\Another Volume with a Watered-Down Title!
Bonus
Yang Guo's deep love for Xiao Longnu, Qiao Feng's infatuation with A Zhu, Wei Xiaobao's playful affection in an unfair world—simply put, these are just a segment of dark text under Jin Yong's pen. Even if Xi Shi is beautiful, she is nothing more than a chess piece in the hands of King Goujian of Yue. Even if Chairman Mao is great, he was no more than a bill of currency once hearing this phrase: it is better to be heartless than to forcefully be affectionate, better to fall willingly than to be arrogant; it is not that everything is fleeting, the pear is not sweet—you simply have not reached the core; behind every successful person, there is one or more people silently supporting them, behind every failure, it is not that no one is supporting, it is that they have become the person behind the scenes… //////… Three people were walking down the street and saw a beggar kneeling, trying to make a living. Mr. A glanced briefly, and as he passed the beggar, deliberately kicked over the beggar's broken bowl for collecting alms. The beggar was secretly angry and vowed in his heart that one day he would make all arrogant people bow to him. After enduring countless hardships and losing an arm in the process, he ultimately became a local overlord, wealthy beyond measure. Mr. B, passing the beggar, casually threw some money to him. The beggar kneeled and smiled: that money was enough for him to start a small business to support his family, and in the end, he lived a peaceful life. Mr. C, after passing the beggar, comforted him and brought him home. Later, Mr. C gave his daughter to the beggar in marriage and promoted him in his career. Eventually, the beggar became wealthy... The elder in the book said: Some things can only exist in memories. Do not try to change them. When you attempt to change, remember that everything you possess now will also become a memory. →→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→→ The grass in the meditation courtyard had turned yellow. The young monk saw this and said to his master, "Master, quickly sow some grass seeds! This lawn looks horrible." The master replied, "No rush. When I have time, I'll buy some grass seeds. Any time will do, why hurry? Whenever!" During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the master bought the grass seeds and handed them to the young monk, saying, "Go ahead, scatter the seeds on the ground." The wind began to blow, and as the young monk scattered the seeds, they drifted away. "Oh no, many seeds are being blown away!" The master said, "It doesn't matter, most of those blown away are empty; even if sown, they wouldn't sprout. Why worry? Let it be!" After scattering the seeds, many sparrows came, picking only the plump seeds on the ground.The little monk saw this and panicked, saying, "Oh no, the little birds have eaten all the grass seeds! That's it, next year there will be no grass in this field." The master said, "It's okay, there are plenty of seeds. The birds can't eat them all. Don't worry, there will definitely be grass here next year!" During the night, a heavy rain fell, and the little monk couldn't sleep. He secretly worried that the grass seeds would be washed away. The next morning, he ran out of the monastery early, and sure enough, all the grass seeds on the ground were gone. So he ran straight into his master's room and said, "Master, last night's heavy rain washed away all the grass seeds on the ground. What should we do?" The master calmly replied, "Don't worry. Wherever the seeds are washed to, they will sprout there. Go with the flow!" Soon, many green grass shoots indeed sprouted from the soil. Surprisingly, in some corners where the seeds hadn't been sown, many green shoots also grew. The little monk happily said to the master, "Master, great, the grass I planted has grown!" The master nodded and said, "Rejoice!" This master's practice of being spontaneous, adaptable, going with the flow, and rejoicing shows that anything that follows the natural course, without forcing it, can actually bring a harvest.
