There are always superiors and inferiors in this world.

The street lamp stands there always bowing its head. He is not humble. He is just lonely.

The sea does not reject small streams, so it can become as big as it is; mountains do not reject fine soil, so it can reach its height. Regardless of whether they are those who lower their heads or those who raise their heads, we accept them all without making distinctions. Like the sea, it accepts all rivers; like the mountains, it contains earth and rocks; like the earth, it carries all things; like the sky, it contains everything. Everything is in the heart, everything is a phantom in the heart, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly, what else is there to feel uncomfortable about?

I bow to you not because I admit that I was wrong, but because I am afraid that you will leave.