If the world has consciousness, the wind will no longer be monotonous and the rain will no longer be dull.
The pure white soul wanders in the mountains and wilderness, and someone holds up a barrier for him.
Later, he learned about the four seasons, felt the wind, frost, rain and dew, and experienced the vicissitudes of life.
He has seen all the spring flowers and autumn moons, all for one person.
"Little apprentice, we all have our own path."
What is his path?
Cut off the leg meat yourself and throw it away if you don't like it.
2023.8.23
Intention: Find yourself and stick to yourself