Once upon a time when I was a little child with a pair of plaits, I was sleeping gently at Mother’s bosom. Yet that beautiful moment has gone forever and ever. When Mother watched over me with her beautiful shining eyes, I felt there was no hatred or contention at all.

All those things were as beautiful and peaceful as the sky, the clouds and the water of the river.

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