A Tree in Bloom

I saw this by chance, it's great.

Haha, your dad is so funny. Does scolding him make things better? I always thought adults acted without thinking when I was a kid. The flowers are still blooming, so why worry about when they will wither? If you are happy now, you won't dwell too much on past pain, and if you are in pain now, you won't dwell too much on past happiness. Life is inherently a mix of good and bad fortune, and neither pain nor happiness lasts forever.

I also study Buddhism and Zen. However, this reflection on stealing a book, while not as tragic as the entire "Dream of the Red Chamber" about burying flowers, has already departed from Zen. A smile while picking a flower—in fact, picking a withered branch or a pile of dung—is the same smile. Flowers bloom and fade, I remain at ease.

A collection of excellent elementary school essays! I remember memorizing essays from that book when I was little = = I have absolutely no talent for writing.