Joy of Life

A family that does good deeds will surely leave blessings for generations to come. Leave blessings behind, leave blessings behind, and unexpectedly meet a benefactor. How fortunate, how fortunate, that one’s mother accumulated hidden merit. I urge people to help the poor and support the needy... But who can know that, though we inherit blessings when we are born into this world, we must ultimately choose our own path? Such is the fork in the road:

The east wind brings clouds and rain, and young vines send forth new shoots.

Like a drumbeat urging them on, it washes away the rough and the splendid.

Wait for the morning sun to arrive, and the courtyard trellis will turn green.

Then hope that when the leaves turn yellow, a few gourds will be ready to pick.