No one is simple. The ordinary ones have happiness and joy within reach; the brilliance of humanity is so dazzling.
The silent ones may possess wisdom, climbing the peak of the Human Path through contemplation.
Father Li wiped his hands, looked at the still lush parasol tree in winter, and said: "Have you thought about when you will take up my responsibilities?"
His son, raised for thirty years, spent too long being carefree and dashing, never showing maturity.
As a father, he's quite worried.
Li Daoming shook his head: "Although my abilities are sufficient to shoulder many things, these are not what I desire.
See how high the sky is, how vast the earth is; achieving immense talents should be the courage every man possesses.
Moreover, even if you want me to take on some of the Li Family's matters, the ancestor wouldn't agree, and even if the entire Li Family were handed to me, so what?
