I want to talk to him, but unfortunately, he is not in. I walked past the thatched cottage and the leaves had piled up.

Eighth floor. Does he really live here? Or let his wisdom drift with his own shadow.

Is it?

"No, I can prove that he lives here." Looking inside, it turned out to be an agent in the swimming pool.

Early fish. "I am a happy fish in his works. He never thought about how he knew Hui.

Shi is happy, but he knows that I am happy. He's really not here now, but

You can find him anywhere. He may talk to you in the breeze; It could be here, too

Blue waves reflect your truth and your heart; He is mostly in your heart. "Fish shake.

He swam away wagging his tail. I stood up, it can penetrate the blue waves in people's hearts, no

Is it the wisdom of Zhuangzi?

I don't know when a butterfly stopped on my shoulder. "He took me, but left me.

Men ... we dance in our dreams and laugh among the flowers. We have troubled future generations for a long time, but we

It's about feeling each other He was tired of the world, so he freed his wife.

Happy. He has been smiling and thinking. He created every life.

Every moment is as beautiful as the pattern on my wings. He chose me to sublimate himself.

It's beautiful. "The butterfly flapped its wings and flew into the flowers. I closed my eyes and it went straight through my heart.

Isn't "Scent of Flowers" the wisdom of Zhuangzi?

"Are you an official?" An old tortoise crawled under his feet. "No, it's not, just like you.

No. "I leaned forward." Very good, very relaxed, Zhuangzi once compared me and refused.

In fact, this soil is not dirty, and dragging its tail in it is really the happiest thing in the world.

Son. Someone once asked me if I was tired of walking with such a heavy shell on my back. As we all know, I have long regarded the shell as.

How can you feel tired for your own flesh and blood? Just like someone asked Zhuangzi to read so many books.

Tired? Are you tired of walking in nature? Books and nature have long been his blood and bones, so why bother?

And then what? "The tortoise turned around and climbed to the depths of the mud. I straightened up, and it turned out that there was also accumulation in this mud.

Hidden Zhuangzi's wisdom. ...

Zhuangzi was born in troubled times and sang his own rhapsody in the world. He worships nature.

Great and small. It is not that we are too far away from Zhuangzi's wisdom, but the dust in the world.

Ai covered our hearts and trapped our steps. Nature is great, so is man.

Small, but when the two are integrated, people's smallness is out of sight. This is Zhuang.

The root of children's wisdom?

I can't help laughing at my shallowness and waiting here for Zhuangzi to come back. I should go to Dazi.

However, we should go to every corner of the world to find and learn his wisdom.