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A monk asked the Buddha: What is the greatest strength? What is the clearest light? The Buddha said: Forbearance bears the greatest strength, for it harbors no evil and adds tranquility and vigor; he who forbears has no evil and is sure to be respected…

Yesterday, after I published the article "I Have Mild Depression; I Need to Adjust My Way of Living," I received greetings from many friends, and I was truly moved. But I am not in a state to be disturbed right now, so I will not…

The death of an organism occurs because its exhausted tissues cannot continue self-renewal, and because the capacity to maintain proliferation and tissue renewal through cell division is limited. — August Weismann, biologist, 1881 The first philosophy lesson of my life was given to me unwittingly…

The day before Labor Day this year, my son said he wanted to keep a pet. So we went to look around the pet market, and the child took a fancy to a cat. The cat was lively and cute; not only did my son…

In 1998, I came to Beijing for the first time to attend university, carrying a worn-out denim bag stuffed with a change of clothes. Standing on Beijing's streets, I was completely disoriented, unable to tell east from west, and marveled at the city's grand buildings.

After pulling the wisdom teeth and enduring a few days of gritted, sore days, the tooth on the right side that I had set aside for over half a year had basically returned to normal and could chew food. It seems that pulling the wisdom…

Two days ago, the wife of a 38-year-old patient with mid-to-late-stage lung cancer came to Beijing to see me; before she could speak, tears were already running down her face. The PET-CT report showed that the lung tumor had metastasized to multiple lymph node sites…

There have been quite a few big news stories lately; the one that caught my attention most was about the mathematician Yitang Zhang—because my son’s dream is to become a mathematician. This Chinese-American mathematician, who rose to fame only late in life, quoted a line…

Under the night-shrouded foot of Yuquan Mountain in Beijing, all is quiet and serene. A slender new moon hangs high in the sky; beneath the dim street lamps, pedestrians stroll in twos and threes, and a few night anglers concentrate by the Jin River. The…

The rice at the foot of Yuquan Mountain in Beijing is ripe. Under the setting sun, the golden panicles glitter especially brightly. The autumn harvest is near; the weeds along the field ridges have been cleared, leaving the ridges exposed. Walking along them, breathing the…