Jin, an elderly gardener in a quiet mountain village, was tending to his small garden at dawn. The air was , and dew made the leaves gleam softly. Out of curiosity, his young neighbor Mei asked, "Why do you spend so much time here every day?" Jin smiled gently and said, "To be clear, this garden helps me move the needle on my ." Mei looked .
"Believe it or not," Jin continued, "plants teach and hope. At some point, everyone feels pain points in their lives. The way I see it, gardening is my —something that gives me joy and purpose. Personally speaking, it’s not just about flowers; it’s about growth. Speaking of which, I remember when my wife and I planted this garden. Out of the blue, a storm destroyed it all. To be fair, I to start again. But to put it simply, life goes on."
Mei listened carefully, understanding more than she expected. "So, it’s about not giving up?" she asked. "Absolutely," Jin nodded, "No kidding—sometimes we just need to keep trying, even when it’s hard. Under the circumstances, starting fresh is the thing we can do. Come to think of it, this garden is like a small . Fair enough, it’s not perfect, but it’s mine. Totally worth it. For sure, I’ll keep gardening every day."
At that moment, a gentle carried the scent of flowers, and Jin felt a quiet happiness. Mei smiled, feeling by her neighbor’s wisdom. They stood together, watching the over the mountain tops—a new day full of hope and quiet .
