“Half a life in practice, half a life in doubt.” He sits with closed eyes,not because he sees nothing,but because he has seen too much. Half a life spent seeking truth,Half a life lost wandering in thought. Made from clay, he was meant to be a monk.But somewhere in his stillness, I saw myself. 小和尚，一身素衣，眉头未展。半世苦修求解脱，半世迷途是人间。今日他仍盘坐于泥中，像极了我们。修行，不为远离红尘，只为在红尘中不迷失。
