Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
That Person Told a Story
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The gray land, blue ocean, and boundless dome of heaven were burning. Everything in the world enveloped by the high-temperature flames seemed to be desperately squeezing out every last sliver of flammable material, adding to the flourishing blaze.
The volcano erupted. Boiling hot and bright red lava sank into the waters of the ocean, sending up endless fog and steam. It lifted giant waves that each grew taller than the last as they slapped endlessly against the land that had long been fused into strange shapes. The world was filled with a light and heat that made one's heart tremble with fear. There was the scent of destruction.