溫故知新 Old wisdom, today’s insight — ONGO
The Same Rain Falls, yet Each Grows Differently
Pushing away the mother generation's love as an outdated manner, do I discard the heart within it as well?
Music is the harmony of heaven and earth — different sounds joining into one accord.
The Book of Rites called music the accord of different sounds.
📝The Classic Answers
The Book of Rites called music the accord of different sounds. Mother and daughter live in different eras, languages, and wounds, and so often fall out of tune. The mother's way of offering love sounds to the daughter like meddling or pressure, and the daughter's life is an incomprehensible strangeness to the mother. As the same rain makes each plant grow differently, the same love is expressed in a different shape by each generation. I easily miss the heart within an unfamiliar expression and blame only the manner. Yet behind a mother's clumsy interference usually lie a love never fully conveyed and a wound she does not wish to pass down. Beyond the difference in expression, I try to hear the same heart flowing beneath.
🌱Apply It Today
Take one old or clumsy expression of family affection, and hear it again not by its manner but by the heart beneath it.
The film is honored as an equal questioner; its plot is rendered only as a universal dilemma. The classic source is an ancient text (Public Domain), and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
