A modest Chinese-style flower shop, a little world that had made room for a “great Buddha.”
She wasn't supposed to be here, but the “great Buddha” spent every day playing with cats, tending flowers, playing the qin, and drinking tea, perfectly content.
Horses passed by the window, seasons came and went. One day, a visitor came to the courtyard. They weren't there to buy flowers, but to find someone.
The shopkeeper tried desperately to dissuade them: “Sir, this ancestor never sees outsiders.”
The visitor crushed a dead twig and turned to leave.
In the years that followed, a familiar figure was always to be found in this little world.
Eventually, even the “great Buddha” couldn't take it anymore. She waved a hand. “All right, all right. I'll see them, okay?”
Guqin restorer x policy researcher
Theme: Live freely, reflect on yourself, and find your own quiet joy.
