The sky is full of spring light, and pink petals are falling.
Two people, one big and one small, leaned against each other under the tree, enjoying the splendor of the sky.
The pink glutinous rice dumpling with two little knots in it leaned against the man's arms and asked, "Master, why is our sect called Zhengdao?"
The man looked up to the sky: "The right way is the way that your master has been adhering to all his life."
Xiaotuanzi asked: "Then Master, what is the master's way?"
Move according to your heart, do whatever you want, I think it is my way.
The girl racked her brains: "But Master, shouldn't the last sentence be that all things are natural?"
He once asked this question.
In the memory, the girl in red clothes flew proudly and came to the world proudly: "The good and evil in the world, the weak and the strong, are all natural. So what do we monks have to do? What we have to do in the righteous way, even if we go against nature, even if we step into the sky, we must bring the world back on track."
Xiaotuanzi didn't understand what this sentence meant. He just felt that the person who could say such words must be very powerful: "Then Master, what kind of person is Master?"
The young man's pine-like face was lost in memories, as if he were walking through the scenery vividly, and finally showed a rare smile.
Deep in my heart, I said silently: "She! She is the person I love most."
Intention: Go your own way and let others tell you!
