Bamboo Road

The way is not in the distance, but in the sight of bamboo when you wake up every morning; The Tao is not profound, it is the sound of the broom passing through the fallen leaves; The Tao is no longer to be enjoyed to oneself, but to the scene where bamboo trees are shading the trees and new bamboo shoots are breaking through the ground. Bamboo is still growing, Tao is still being passed down, and the story never really ends - just like that bamboo tree, it grows new leaves every year and has masters every year.