He recounts the following experience: "There is a row of Chionanthus near my home. One day last fall I saw some of its white flowers on the ground. As I knelt down to touch these precious little flowers I could see how their cycle of blooming and withering according to the seasons mirrored human beings 'own cycle of life and death."
「我家附近有一排流蘇，去年秋天，白花落了一地，我蹲下去摸摸美麗小花，忽然體驗到植物隨四季變換而凋零，就像人生的生老病死一樣自然！」