By Lin Qiang One day, a fashionable lady in her forties came to my shop and directly asked: “I want to have my hair dyed. What’s the price?” I daren’t charge wicked price as before, so I frankly replied: “Forty, fifty, or sixty; you can choose as you wish.”...
Spring was coming. The thunder was rolling and the rain was falling. In the bamboo forest, a cluster of bamboo shoots put out their little heads quietly and tried hard to suck the sweet dew of spring; others lived in a waste earthen house which is opposite to ...
Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When his branch is yet tender, and puts forth leaves, you know that summer is near: So likewise you, when you shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors. Truly I say to you, This generation shall no...
For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold.
