Past Education (Tradition and Devotion)

  Education in the old times: one master, one student,

  Guiding by hand, detailing every tiny bit.

  Teaching virtue, teaching affection,teaching measure and count,

  From small steps to big,from big steps to great achievements.

  Gratitude to teachers, like father, like mother;

  Parents at the beginning of life, teachers for a lifetime.

  The talents learned will follow one without change,

  Teacher and father are one, honored with lifelong devotion.

  Modern Education (Mechanism and Conformity)

  Education nowadays is like building a machine,

  Detailed and meticulous: a brain, a cogwheel.

  Within the large engine room, neither growth nor change is seen,

  No passion is left, not a shred of human emotion.

  Parents and teachers are now indistinguishable,

  No fixed direction, letting the child wander to find their way.

  Taught to become a machine, one and one make two,

  Obeying, obeying, born and then dying.

  Because the world has been utterly transformed,

  Individuality is no more,everything is uniform,

  Sharing the same dull color, a world in a single shade.

  Wherever you go, East and West are all the same.

  Because of laziness, copying is done quickly,

  Why bother using the brain, only leading to pain?

  Faster is better, more is merrier,

  Like this dish, black on the outside, red within.

  Gradually disappearing is the innate identity,

  Each person unique, brilliantly colorful.

  Now there are only two colors: black and white,

  Conform, and you are white; dissent, and you are black.

  Caring nothing for good or bad, only for great numbers,

  Repeating, repeating, the good also turns to wrong.

  Examining, examining, the bad also turns to right.

  Taught only to obey, making control easier.

  Oh, hidden manipulator, pulling the strings,

  Adding and subtracting everything, conscience is deranged.

  Exploiting every fear of shadows and wind, The heart turns callous,

  uncaring, and numb.

  Teaching is crucial, teaching all kinds of paths,

  Teaching a person to be a ghost, teaching a ghost to be a person.

  Even a fierce beast can be made, provided it is taught.

  Bringing endless bad karma for countless generations.

  The True Path (Wisdom and Reflection)

  Oh, you who are teachers, transmitting knowledge

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  Divine knowledge, earthly knowledge, the profane and the ignorant

  Teaching what you don't understand, the leader is punished.

  Understanding it but still teaching it (wrongly), the punishment is worse.

  Better to know and not speak, better to speak clumsily,

  To let others ponder, maybe gaining little or much,

  Than to stubbornly insist, "I am absolutely right,"

  Only adding a burden of wrong to a hundred people.

  That is why in ancient times, people rarely taught,

  Fearing their own mistake would bring lifelong karma.

  Learning is questioning, curiosity is the teacher,

  The speaker clarifies, within the framework of their own understanding.

  Discussing back and forth, expressing one's perspective,

  Adding suggestions, leading to much more.

  Like the blind fortuneteller feeling the elephant,

  Synthesizing opinions, sight is instantly regained.

  Some people never study, have no teacher,

  Born with knowledge, and understanding even more.

  That is wisdom from the higher levels,

  Not of the human realm—how can it be judged?

  The human mind is like a bird,

  The first thing it sees upon opening its eyes, it assumes is its mother.

  The first knowledge imprinted is remembered for life,

  Like the bird seeing a cat, an immense danger.

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  The bond of Father and Mother, a thousand threads intertwined,

  Complex and confusing, what purpose does it serve?

  Pre-Heaven is freedom, born already grown and grand,

  No need for nurture, immensely strong and whole.

  Why must Post-Heaven suffer, bearing Parents along?

  To be born needs the Father, the Mother bears more pain,

  Tears flow backward, filial piety is rendered naught,

  Only to continue, begetting more children and grandchildren.

  Pre-Heaven is joy, depending on no one's will,

  Only Heaven is called Father, only Earth is known as Mother,

  Standing between heaven and earth, loved by both,

  Heaven has no ear, Earth bears no calamity.

  Post-Heaven is sorrow, heaven and earth conspire,

  Adding obstructions, rendering us frail and weak.

  The Sun harms the day, the Moon damages the night,

  The ground grows weeds, adding pests and blight.

  Hence, I have no time, to mourn the former generation,

  More complaints only invite more illness, what's the use?

  Yet, this present age, is strange beyond compare,

  Far different from the past, unlike the ages to come.

  The Father needs no son, the Mother needs no husband,

  The child wants no siblings, nor does it want sorrow.

  This life seems to end, enjoy the final feast,

  No future life awaits, the epoch shall be reset.

  The story seems a jest, but it is truly fact,

  For this generation, is birthing Immortals and Gods.

  Accustomed to solitude, needing no one to bear them,

  But falling into the mortal dust, they birth a myriad of things.

  Not just one or two, but a countless deluge,

  Immortals and Deities in droves, descending into mortals,

  Drawn by the Heavenly Guidance, brought down to the mundane world,

  Shaking all realms, Celestial Immortals fall together.

  All due to the burden of Karmic Debt, piled up through the years,

  Pulling earth and sky, to become a Single Knot,

  Mortals live with Gods, Immortals and Demons share the same space,

  For better understanding, the New Era, New World begins!