When I awared that I missed the Wutong Mountain cuckoo blooming, I really relize what is "busy". But what I am busy for? It is no doubt that I am busy for very important thing. Then I feel very afraid for the limitation that is closing to me. The kind of freedom I thought as important as essetial food of every day is threatened. It seems I have to make choice to change myself or to change thing I am doing. Ofcourse, I have another way to take. I can ignore the changes and flow as leaf on river.

Another thing from this event of missing, I learn as I always learn that only after you missed the point you can aware what you have missed.