This sentence was first seen in One-Day Zen. The original text is: a small kitchen, a handful of rice, a ladle of water, a few red beans, slowly cooked, red beans singing in a low voice in the pot, floating out the taste of human happiness. The world of mortals is a secular good day, smoked by fireworks.
Fireworks on earth touch the hearts of ordinary people most. It turns out that fresh air, free breathing, accessible smiles and barrier-free hugs are not natural, but so precious and worth cherishing. Everyone is afraid of encountering difficulties, but sometimes, perhaps those who have experienced the rest of their lives will truly realize the true meaning of happiness and understand that plain is the truth.
Just like the story in the small window says: If you are not sick, there is nothing in your heart, and the birds are singing in spring. No ordinary life is hard-won. As long as we can have peace and health and meet the sunshine every morning as usual, even if the days are only meager, it is enough to deserve our gratitude and gratitude. It turns out that the most precious thing is also the most common.