I like living; life is full of happiness.

I like the rays of sunshine in the wintertime as they shine through the dense morning mist.

I like to walk along mountain paths in the spring wind; the strawberries are like fine red lanterns.

I like to look at an even, luxuriant, and glossy rice paddy. It always makes me wish that I could lie on top of it.

I like the long days of summer, and I like to sit all alone on the veranda facing the mountains, and watch the sunset. I like to view this type of scenery.

I like to see the entire mountains covered with reeds, as they turn a mournful white in the autumn wind. Liu told me that the following poem once came to him in a dream: "In the mist the trees, reeds, flowers, and even the rivers have turned white." The mood of the poem is most beautiful.

I like to dream also. I like all those strange things we can experience in a dream. I always dream that I can fly, that I'm able to jump over mountains and rivers. I always dream of strange colors and pleasant images.

Of course in the real world I like the mountains. In fact, my office window opens up towards the mountains. Every time I sit by the window I sense that everything is green; it's a gentle feeling I can't put into words. In a rather distant spot I can see a white cross on the top of a church steeple standing aloft in the sun's rays as it holds up the sky.

I like flowers--all sorts of flowers. I also like the flower that appears on a person's face when he smiles. When I walk through the alley in the bitter cold of the morning, and hear that woman say, "Good morning!" with a smile on her face, boy I tell you it just makes me feel that the whole world is as sweet and dear as she is. My fingertips no longer feel the cold as they are wrapped by my gloves, but rather the air is filled with warmth.

When I sit in my office, I like others to bring in the mail of the day. I like to read letters from friends; it's difficult to imagine a day without a single letter.

I especially like reading letters from readers of mine, although I don't always have the time to reply. The letters always touch me in some way. In this world, perhaps others have seen things on account of me. Isn't this enough? There's no need for me to exist forever; I only hope that the truths which I know exist forever.

I like to look at old photographs, and see that little girl with those big eyes of hers and that long braid. Most of all I like to see her in that cradle; what a sweet and carefree time that was! I often recall what mother said to me: "No matter what you may come across in the future, you can always look back on the happy times."

I like a cloudless Sunday morning. With the cleansing effect of the church bells, I feel like I'm in another world, one without any disorder, wars, envy, or anger. The outlook for man has an all-new ray of hope; faith brings us on to an even higher plateau of human life.

I said in a quiet voice, "If I should pass away first..."--a nameless sorrow arose from the bottom of my heart.

"What would you do?"

"Don 't talk such nonsense, foolish child."

"I would like to know, you must tell me, if I pass away first, how will you manage?"

He looked on; his expression was filled with anxiety.

"I'm going to leave for a distant place. What I'm going to do there. I don't know. All I know is that it's a distant, very barren place."

"You're going to leave this house?" I asked pressingly.

"No. I'm going to do my best to make lots of money, and buy this house." He went on slowly, and said with a low voice: "Leave everything just like it is. Oh, no, let's not talk such nonsense."

I couldn't help but start to sob; I didn't understand. Why do I like to ask such questions?

"Oh, don't be so silly," he said trying to comfort me, "Let's die together. Think about it; how beautiful it would be if we attended that great meeting in the sky together!"

I'd like to believe him, and step into eternity with him.

Ah, when I lift up my head and see those streets of gold, the emerald gate of the city, and the myriad of trumpets welcoming me, I'll most certainly be moved and satisfied.

I would like all of these "likes" to fill my heart with joy!