This is a book about books.
Books are the voice of the heart. Books can travel through time and space, conveying the writer's inner feelings to millions of people. However, if the book is ineffective, how can it fully convey the myriad thoughts of the writer? Most of those who write books are inspired by their feelings after experiencing many vicissitudes of life. However, wonderful writings have their own magical qualities. How much can you understand after reading them after a meal? The Dream of Red Mansions is over, did you know that Xueqin shed tears? The river is full of red, who can share the anger of the king and stay awake? It is difficult to keep a close friend inside and outside the book, so we can only talk about some wonderful articles over tea.
In order to save all sentient beings, Monk Tang traveled to the West to collect sutras for more than ten years. The Tathagata ordered Ananda and Kayapa to pass on the unwritten sutra to Monk Tang. The master and the disciples were only literate, but they wanted to have sutras with words. Unfortunately, the accomplished monks misunderstood the Buddha's intention.
The real end of a book is after it is published.