Never Fear Failure

Northwest of Dai Ha, August 145, autumn is coming, especially this year, the August wind is as cold as a knife, ruthlessly sweeping everywhere, as if it wants to sweep away an entire layer of earth. At sunset, the sky is blood red, the sunset is cold and quiet, the pavilion is covered in darkness, there is a mournful crow's sound somewhere that makes people tremble and walk away. Looking at the sky, there was not a single ray of warmth. I couldn't help but shrink my neck. In this kind of weather, lying in bed is still the most comfortable. Yet in weather like this, in a small, empty yard, a leaf encountered a strong swirling wind, trembled and fell, doomed to drift with the wind. A man about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old stood still for a long time in the wind. Although he had a haggard appearance that made others feel sad, his face was still as beautiful as jade, his skin was as white as snow, and his shirt was fluttering like a fairy. In the front yard, there is a huge incense burner, inside is an incense stick as big as an arm, red flames appear in the sunset, like a dark red eye. A thirteen or fourteen year old monk was playing with his eyes closed, muttering sutras. Although the wind was strong, the sound of chanting could still be heard clearly, as if it were right next to his ears, making people's hearts unable to bear it. but calmed down, falling into a dim space. Read more