Hangzhou
The morning bell rings, and I sweep away the fallen leaves on the steps. In the afternoon, I take a short nap in the shadow of the trees; the yellow wall becomes the best filter, and when the wind passes, my heart is filled with gentle Zen thoughts. People come seeking smooth sailing, but I only want to be a monk sweeping the floor for a day. No rush, no worry about the future, just staying in this peaceful place, watching the light and shadows flow, listening to the wind and chanting scriptures ✨
