Alongside the Lotus Pond winds a small cinder path. It is off the beaten track, a place seldom frequented by pedestrians even during the day and more solitary at night. What encircle the pond are trees with luxuriant foliage. By the path are some willows, interlaced with some other trees whose names are beyond my recognition. The road is frighteningly dark on moonless nights. However, it looks nice today, although the moonlight is still faint.

Strolling down the path. I am on my own, with my hands clasped behind my back. I feel as if the piece of sky and earth belongs to me and I seem to have gone beyond my usual self into another world.