"Heel of Feet"
A hundred thousand dusty journeys are measured on the soles of your feet,
A cup of clear tea will reveal the truth.
The heart of Tao is not deep in the clouds,
Only next to Huaili fireworks.
Chen Shi has been delivering food in Huaili Village for three years. The road he traveled has circled the earth twice and a half, and the calluses under his feet are thicker than the growth rings of the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. He only thought that he was running around for a few pieces of silver, until he accidentally stumbled into Qingfeng Teahouse at the end of Qingshiban Lane on a rainy day. Uncle Zhou handed over a cup of tea with a purple clay pot in his hand. The moment he tasted the sweetness in his mouth, he felt that the roots under his feet had already penetrated into the earth veins.
It turns out that the wheels of a hundred thousand kilometers have passed by, and every step is calculating the cause and effect in the world; running around in the wind and rain has long since polished the mind to be clearer than tea soup. The struggle in the world of mortals has always been cultivation. There is no need to go deep into the mountains to find the way, there is a fairyland at your feet.
