The wind is cool in the mountains and the morning fog often rises.
Zhou Huaian was born in a small courtyard at the foot of a mountain and worked and studied for generations. His grandfather taught him how to behave, and his father taught him how to read. He also hoped that he would become an official in the future.
The mountain home is quiet, with lush vegetation and the sound of reading spreading into the wind along the bamboo forest. The young man copied books, farmed, and taught disciples day after day. His temperament was gentle and gentle, like a mountain stream, unhurried and unhurried.
The days were very slow at that time, so slow that it seemed like it could go on forever.
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The night before departure, his grandfather handed him an old inkstone.
"It's easy to be an official, but difficult to be a human being."
And said:
"If you can't walk any further one day, you might as well stop."
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On the day he left the mountain, he took his old inkstone with him.
Someone said goodbye softly and said "come back", as if they were leaving the years in the mountains behind.
He agreed.
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🌑Later he gradually understood:
The years in the mountains are innocent, but the roads in the world have no shore to rely on.
Philosophy: A young man who lives in the mountains becomes an official. In the process of constantly making "correct choices", he gradually moves towards a life of no return.