"Drunkard, your paintbrush and your heart are already far away from this imperial land. The mountains and forests are vast and you can fly freely. But now, you are trapped in this deep courtyard with nowhere to fly."
Why is there no ultimate truth, goodness and beauty in this world? Why can't I pursue it? I can always see the germ of sin in this heart.
How difficult it is for an ordinary man to persevere
"Master, if you hear the Tao in the morning, will you die in the evening?" He complained about Master's words. When the Tao heard it, he hid his form and said, "Those who do not live by themselves will never be heard of."
"Yiren, if a seed falls on this land, even if it dies, it will still be a seed."
I am an alien with a painting brush, and I am also a human being.