Chapter 84 mission

One spring morning - on the car like running water: the drizzle sprinkled the ancient wall and willows, I slightly realized the mission I carried.One summer evening—the sunset glowed on the bamboo canopy and the locust tree, I deeply acknowledged the mission I carried.Enlightenment - Admit it, try to look back! It is two years later! August 22, 1922. (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on August 26, 1922, and later included in the collection of poems and essays "Idle Love".)