In a study called "Liu Xia," an enlightenment class was in session.
A dozen boys and girls in their childhood sat in front of the desks. Some listened intently, some were lost in thought, and others were drowsy.
The old master, holding an enlightenment textbook, stopped at a certain point, glanced at the sleepy little boy in the last row by the window, and immediately furrowed his brow, walking down from the podium to stand in front of him.
The old master knocked on the table.
The little boy's head suddenly drooped, his chin hitting the desk, waking him up with a jolt. He immediately sat up straight, tightening his chest and back.
With his muddled eyes wide open, the old master earnestly said, "To know, to know!"
The little boy smiled and asked, "What does the master want to ask me?"
The old master scolded, "Then tell me, what is 'life'? You are not allowed to check the book!"
The little boy stood up, his delicate eyes turned, and in a scholarly manner, he said:
