We went into their nature class. Under the guidance of the teacher, they found a lot of different leaves, put up the poster one by one, and then used Tibetan to write down the names of each leaf very hard and intently. From their eyes, we could see what they were learning in this small classroom and they had more happiness than I imagine.

The teacher invited us to sit beside them and experienced a different nature class. This small monk sat at the back of the classroom. I approached him and saw that he had kept his head down and carefully writing on the paper. He used his delicate strokes to paint beautiful eyes. I asked him: “Do you know how to say this in Chinese?” I borrowed a pen from him, wrote the Chinese, and then taught him how to read in Chinese. He stared at the words on the paper and tried to remember them in his mind. When I got up and left, I saw a very cute picture. He used a pen to frame the words I wrote, and then another small monk in front turned around and asked in excitement. Compared to his first expression when I sat down, I finally got a really cute smile on his face. In addition, I think it was his vivid eyes that he could paint such beautiful and clear eyes.