Sanskrit is an ordinary child. When she was a child, she would cry because she couldn't control her classmates. She was not that diligent but was a strong imitator. She met good and bad people along the way. She was proud that she did not grow up to be a bad adult.
Sanskrit seized every opportunity given by life, grew from a cowardly child to a grown woman, and gained her own friendship, love and money.
Good tea needs refining, and life needs precipitation.
Intention: My dear child, don't be anxious, you will get better and better.