For me, life is happy. The clear water and clear smoke are endless. That hibiscus should also be clear!
When my son was curious about colors and pictures, I gave him a hardcover book of 300 Tang poems with color pictures as a toy (poets, please don't blame me, I have good intentions). Watching my son having so much fun, I couldn't help but feel proud. It seemed that the subtle plan had successfully taken the first step. I only have a very simple wish: Don't let my son follow in my mother's footsteps. Only in middle age can we understand the conciseness, depth and preciousness of the Chinese language.