When I was a child, I saw that the eyes of the old people in the village were all dirty, but the eyes of the children were shining. My mother told me that as people age, the organs in their bodies age, and their eyes naturally age as well.
A long time ago, I began to be busy all day long and tired of the melancholy and joylessness of life. Happiness is like a person who is always dry and has finally drank the last drop of water in the well. From now on, I can only be with the desert. But that day, flowers bloomed in my desert.
All living beings suffer, and the right path undergoes vicissitudes of life. Everything you experience is a gift.
Intention: No matter how hard life is, always maintain goodwill.
