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GiftWhat a happy day,The morning mist has long dispersed, I am working in the garden.A hummingbird alights on the honeysuckle.There is nothing in this world I desire.I know of no one I need envy,and whatever misfortunes befell me I have long forgotten,thinking of the person…

At the opening of his book The Art of Living, Lin Yutang wrote: "The Chinese philosopher is a man who dreams with one eye open, a man who observes life with a blend of love and ironic detachment, a man in whom selfishness and benevolent…

When I was in my early twenties, I once did, for a time, a new kind of international trade—unlike traditional international traders, we found customers through the Internet. At that time I greatly admired a Chinese-American entrepreneur named Tony Hsieh; he founded zappos.com, an online…

Wei Zheng, the famous minister of Emperor Taizong of Tang, once said: "Taking history as a mirror, one can know rise and fall; taking people as a mirror, one can know gain and loss." Wei Zheng was an elite of the ruling class; when he…

There is a class of people in this world who live inside their own world. I am one of them, and because of powerful inherited genes, my son is one of them too.Over the last year or two, my son has gradually found a direction…

In a lifetime we meet many people and go through many things. As the ancients said, of ten things, eight or nine go against our wishes; the people and events we meet that fall short of our hopes outnumber those that match them. When things…

When I go in the morning to the vegetable plot I rent, I usually run into an 82-year-old man. His plot is less than ten meters from mine, with another man's plot sitting between the two. At the "One River, Ten Gardens" ecological farm at…

During the three-day National Day holiday, I taught my students three lessons—one each day. Besides teaching, I kept to my usual daily routine of reading, studying, and writing. I have now kept up teaching for four years, and the Shanghan Lun (Treatise on Cold Damage)…

On the evening of Saturday, September 19, I discussed with my son: "Where shall we cycle tomorrow? Shall we go deep into the mountains of Mentougou to see the autumn scenery, or go to Tongzhou to pay respects at Li Zhuowu's tomb?" My son, who…

The day before yesterday, a friend from my hometown came to visit, and we talked about a teacher from our middle-school days who had once held a school leadership position. She knew his present circumstances well and told me that he had lost his mind.