Heavenly Origin?
The old man froze for a moment.
In his mind, he went through every place name he knew.
Yet there was nowhere called Heavenly Origin.
"You came from far away, didn't you?"
"Quite far."
Xu Changqing answered without explaining further.
The old man grunted and did not press the matter, returning his attention to the water.
Over the next while, Xu Changqing kept catching fish, practically one after another.
He took them off the hook, tossed them into the basket, and paid them no more mind.
Seeing the fish basket already packed to bursting, the old man could not help setting down his rod. "Young man, there's something I'm not sure I should say."
Xu Changqing replied blandly, "What is it?"
The old man said solemnly, "Those who ride the waves must understand the peril of fullness."
Xu Changqing asked in confusion, "What does that mean?"
The old man pointed at the other fishermen nearby. "Those who ride the waves are people who sit by the water and fish.
Do you know why veteran anglers sometimes release a big fish after catching it?"
Xu Changqing was immediately intrigued. "Why?"
An eighty-year-old "junior" was actually lecturing an eight-thousand-year-old "elder."
He wanted to see exactly what great principle the other man could come up with.
With deep eyes, the old man said, "It isn't that veteran anglers do not want the fish. It's that the basket is only so big. The more you cram inside, the faster the fish die.
Besides, if you catch every fish in this stretch of water, what will the person sitting here tomorrow catch?"
Xu Changqing shook his head. "Leaving aside the fact that I alone cannot catch every fish in the whole river.
The key is, why should I care about those who come