If All Goes Well, Can We Be Mature?
In the past, I read a fable. Once upon a time, there was a farmer, who hoped that the wheat was never in danger and only enjoyed fair weather. Then his wheat indeed grew up in such an environment. But when the harvest season arrived, there was no grain in the husk of wheat. It turned out that wheat harvest must be based on the baptism of frozen landscape and wind, sun, rain, snow sleet, that is to say, only…