When Zhuangzi opened the door, he was not there.

I wanted to talk to him, but unfortunately, he was not here. I walked beside the thatched cottage, and there were eight layers of fallen leaves. Did he really live here? Or let his wisdom drift away with his own figure?

"No, I can prove that he lived here." Looking around, it turned out to be a fish found in the pond. "I am the happy fish in his painting. He never thought about how he knew that Hui Shi was happy, but he knew that I was happy. He is indeed not here now, but you can find him anywhere. He may Talking to you in the breeze; it may also reflect your reality and your soul in the blue waves; it is probably integrated into your heart." The fish swung its tail and swam away. I stood up. Isn't this blue wave that can illuminate people's soul the wisdom of Zhuangzi?

I don’t know when, a butterfly stopped on my shoulder. "It was me he took away, but he was left behind. We danced in dreams and laughed among flowers. We have puzzled future generations for a long time, but we felt each other. He was tired and tired of this world. So he was happy for his wife's liberation. He smiled all the time and thought all the time. He made every moment of his life as beautiful as the patterns on my wings. He chose me and made himself so sublime. Beautiful." The butterfly fluttered its wings and flew into the flowers. I closed my eyes. Isn't this fragrance of flowers that penetrates my heart also the wisdom of Zhuangzi?

"Are you a government official?" An old turtle crawled beside his feet. "No, no, not like you." I leaned down. "It's so good, so refreshing. Zhuangzi once used me as a metaphor to refuse the phase. In fact, the soil is not dirty, and dragging one's tail in it is really the happiest thing in the world. Someone once asked me about carrying such a heavy bag. Is walking on the shell tiring? As everyone knows, I have long regarded the shell as my own flesh and blood, so how can I feel tired? Just like someone asked Zhuangzi, is walking in nature tiring? It's already his blood and bones, so how can it be affected?" The turtle turned around and crawled deeper into the mud. I straightened up, and it turned out that the mud also contained the wisdom of Zhuangzi...

Zhuangzi was born in troubled times, singing his own rhapsody in the world. He admired the greatness of nature and the insignificance of man. It’s not that we are too far away from Zhuangzi’s wisdom, but that the dust of the world has covered our hearts and trapped our steps. Nature is great and human beings are small, but when the two merge into one, the smallness of humans is invisible. Is this the foundation of Zhuangzi’s wisdom?

I can't help but laugh at my own ignorance, waiting here for Zhuangzi to come back. I should go to nature and every corner of the world to search for and pick up the wisdom he left behind.