I don't know how long I've been sitting still in the morning, even though I always have the plan to do daily activities in mind. I saw that my child has never stopped since he woke up. A small child has so much energy to move, sing, and often dance. I don't even know what song he was singing, I don't know who he was following, his body swayed as if he were dancing with joy. Perhaps the weight of life doesn't poison his heart, like the soft light of the morning. Is it because his heart is still pure? The state of the world hasn't poisoned it.