Nightout on the 15th of the 1st Month
On the night of Lantern Festival of Jimao in Danzhou, several aged scholars came over and said, “What a beautiful moonlit night! Master, how about coming out with us?” I readily agreed. We walked to the west town, visited the monk at his lodgings, passed endless alleys, mixed with diverse ethnic people, butchers and wine sellers, you name it. By the time I got home, the third-watch drum had already sounded. The door was closed. Inside, people were sound asleep and snoring. I put away my staff and laughed. What is gain or loss? Guo looked at me curiously, “Why are you laughing, Father?” “At myself, son.” Nonetheless, I was also laughing at Han Tuizhi, who went fishing and wanted to go further out when he failed of any catch, not knowing that seafarers were not necessarily ensured of big fishes.