On the day when I followed my master when I was thirteen years old, on the bank of the river full of reed flowers, my mother leaned on my father's shoulder, wiping her tears with a dark blue handkerchief, and waving her hand vigorously in my direction.
At that moment, the sourness in my heart reached its peak, and I wanted to turn around and run back to her desperately. However, remembering my second uncle's pale face in the lake yesterday, I turned my head, resisted the sourness, and left with Master...
Intention: Seeking the Tao, seeking the great road.