Do we meet again? Or part ways?

I moved aside the scraps of paper on top of the trash can.Underneath several layers of newspapers, I saw a tiny hand.I was stunned speechless — a child!But if you look closer, you'll see that this isn...hout sadness or joy, they would have already attained some level of cultivation and secluded themselves for practice. Why would they still be struggling in this materialistic and dazzling societyOn th...