Buddhism says, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi". Speaking of which, I have to mention a story in Buddhism. The story goes like this: Buddha is in Lingshan, and everyone asks for Buddhism. The Buddha didn't speak, just picked up a flower to show it. The disciples were all confused, but only the respected Ye Jia broke his face and smiled. Only he realized the Tao. The mystery of the universe is in an ordinary flower.

With this story, we can fully understand how the Buddha knew that there was a microscopic world and universe. By studying a flower, we can realize one thing, which is called Tao, and then "Tao gives birth to one, two, two, three, three things" (there are different interpretations of Tao here), and our understanding will tend to be infinite. There is a meaning of "seeing big from small", and we know a lot about the story of "seeing big from small". Zhuangzi saw my master's way of understanding the cow's life. Confucius watched the river flow and sighed, "The deceased is like a husband, day and night." Ruan Ji "is poor because of roads and rails, but we are more familiar with it."

Tao, in daily life, in ordinary things. Zhuangzi also said that Tao is drowned in the vector. You can do something about it, but where can't you do it? There are ways everywhere. Where is the world? It's on that branch.