It rained heavily on the day Wang Zai arrived in Beijing.
A refugee bumped into him and he handed the umbrella out. At that time, he didn't know that he would be doing the same thing all his life - handing out what he had and continuing to walk in the rain.
After ten years of poverty, he thought that studying could help the world. Later, when he became an official, he found that studying could not save anyone, only power. He went up step by step, learned to flatter, learned to weigh, and learned to hurt others when necessary. He accomplished a lot and lost a lot of people.
On the day when the teacher retired and returned to his hometown, the wine was cool in the pavilion. The old man didn't talk about the court again, but just said: take good care of yourself. He nodded, turned around, and continued on the path he had chosen.
It's another rainy day. He stood on the tallest tower in Xijing and saw that the refugees had nowhere to take shelter from the rain. He asked the waiter to bring him an umbrella, but at this moment he suddenly realized that he wanted to be an umbrella for everyone in the world, but in the end all he could do was hand out umbrella after umbrella and then stand alone in the rain.
It's still raining.
He didn't look back.
It was a rocky road, he knew that from the start.
But he left anyway.
Intention: Machiavellian