Tathagata is unharmed.

Jun 9, 2022#丁禹兮 #田中圭 #堂本剛119

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Passionate writing. A small boy who evokes so many emotions in me that I feel the need to record them. I believe that the people I cherish have souls of the same color spectrum, and I am one end of that spectrum. I may be the darkest and most murky, but I still recognize my beauty. I love myself, so I love those who resemble me. I see myself in them, search for myself, and embrace and encourage myself. This child, Yu Xi, seems even purer than me. Their purity is like a clear spring that attracts and refreshes people. I read about this child from their friend's account and from others who have worked with them. They try to tell the world: they are doing well. And I cried. Words are a powerful carrier of energy, like water, meant to nurture life and not bring destruction. I remember writing about love because of Guisan. Love attracts love, goodness attracts goodness. Those around him love and protect him because he is the source of living water, initiating the cycle of love. I think of Mr. Gang's friends describing him with love and respect. I say this child is like Guisan, and also like my Mr. Gang. I read their interview, the words are well remembered, and their thoughts are translated. Sensitive, sincere. Towards themselves, towards the world. We are similar, but I do not have that pure tenderness towards others. The world can be harsh, leaving scars on oneself. My idol absorbs those tears and blood, yet remains transparent and brilliant. I sincerely hope this child possesses a similar resilience. Like water, gentle yet strong. I wish for them to protect their true self and find comfort and stability with themselves.

Passionate writing. It's really exciting. A little boy, but he made me feel the need to record so many thoughts at once.

I said that the people I cherish have souls of the same color scheme, and I am one end of that color scheme. Although I say this, I also feel shy. I am probably the most turbid and gloomy among them, but I can still acknowledge that I belong to that beautiful circle.
I love myself, so I love people who are similar to me. I see myself in them, searching for myself, and then embracing and encouraging myself.

Yu Xi, this child, I feel that he is far purer than me.

Their purity is like a clear spring, gathering people and bringing a refreshing coolness to their hearts and souls after drinking.

I read what his friends wrote about him.
And what others who have had working relationships with him wrote about him.
They are trying to tell the world: he is doing well.
I actually cried.
Words have always been a powerful carrier of energy, like water, originally the foundation of life, and should not carry the meaning of destruction.

I remembered the Love I wrote because of Gui-san.
Love calls for love, goodness gathers goodness.
The people around him love and protect him, because he is the source of living water, and he is the first to start the cycle of love.
I remembered the descriptions of Mr. Gang's friends, full of love and respect for Mr. Gang.
I said this child is like Gui-san, just like my Mr. Gang.

I read his interview report, the words were well remembered, and the translation of his thoughts was also.
Sensitive, sincere. Towards oneself, towards the world.
We are similar, but I don't have that pure tenderness towards others.

The world and oneself constantly rub against each other, always leaving behind scars. My idol absorbs those blood and tears, yet remains as transparent and brilliant as ever.
I sincerely wish that this child also has a similar inherent resilience. Like water, both gentle and strong.
I bless him to cherish his original appearance and to hold hands with himself in a comfortable and stable manner.