–Mao Zedong, May 1965 Tall trees pierce the sky, for miles around,Up soars this sacred peak in southern ground.Revisiting old haunts – what do I see?Pavilions new rise where none used to be.
Once upon a time, there was a poor boy named Ma Liang who was naturally clever and loved drawing from a young age. Due to his family’s poverty, he couldn’t afford a brush; instead, he drew with tree branches on hillsides, grass roots dipped in river water by the banks, and pieces of charcoal…
A man whose thoughts are magnanimous treats both himself and others with consideration. Then magnanimity is everywhere.