In the first few years of practicing Ah Tang, I always felt very happy both physically and mentally; But as I practiced on my own for a long time (ten years later), the feeling of “how excellent” various soups were gradually no longer my personal feelings, but became some kind of belief in my mind.
For quite some time, I didn’t notice the difference between the two (vivid excellence vs excellent brushwork).
A cultivation method that has brought about such a significant physical and mental transformation, a practice that requires people to carry a mat and cross half a city every day after 5 o’clock, a way to travel around the world and roll out mats to check in various incredible places, and a way to share things that have been the subject of writing for so many years How could it not be excellent?.
