Along the Way

YIYUN SHI
Vision II · No.012
A journal of learning, cultivation, and ordinary life.
SECTION
EDITION
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JUNE 2026
21
JUN
012·1 MIN READ

Yonder Shining Light, and a Few Faithful Friends

I am deeply grateful to have a few friends walking alongside me.

MAY 2026
19
MAY
011·3 MIN READ

Living Simply After Seeing Abundance

Recently, through certain experiences and reflections, I began to realize that perhaps I could become even more frugal, simple, and appreciative of what I already have.

17
MAY
010·2 MIN READ

True Friendship

Recently, a friend came to stay at my home for a short period of time. During those days, I deeply felt the joy behind the saying, “Is it not a delight to have friends coming from afar?” from The Analects.

11
MAY
009·3 MIN READ

Keeping the Heart Clean in a Noisy World

In ordinary worldly life, the mind is easily pulled by old habits and conditioning.

JANUARY 2026
17
JAN
008·2 MIN READ

What Stayed with Me After Reading

Recently, I have been reading The Lunar Night Talks. From the moment I opened the book, beginning with its preface, a vivid scene unfolded before me. In the opening preface, the author writes:

ARCHIVE
2025
PAST ENTRIES ↓
DECEMBER 2025
31
DEC
007·1 MIN READ

Between Self-Control and Self-Acceptance

I often feel a sense of helplessness. My mind longs for a life that is orderly and whole, yet my body feels heavy, unable to carry it out day after day. I am tempted by short videos on my phone, by snacks, by the bed itself. This brings to mind the Buddhist concept of the Six Roots — eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.

NOVEMBER 2025
26
NOV
006·1 MIN READ

A Quiet Return to My Own Rhythm

I’ve been looking back on the past four years of my life—especially the most recent three, when I lived and worked closely with a group of friends. They were incredibly disciplined: waking up early at the same hour every day, reading and studying in the morning, cleaning and tidying in the early morning and late evening, always keeping themselves vigilant and attentive, all while fulfilling their regular responsibilities.

22
NOV
005·1 MIN READ

A Bowl of Soup, A Quiet Kind of Warmth

Eastern soups are quite different from Western ones. Western soups are often made by blending vegetables into thick purees, while Eastern soups are mostly clear broths slowly simmered over time.

14
NOV
004·2 MIN READ

A quiet pursuit of balance, rhythm, and just-enough

The place I live in isn’t big—28 square meters. You can see the end of it as soon as you open the door, but for me, it’s enough for daily life. Now that I’ve lived here for over three months, the space has gradually begun to change.

8
NOV
003·1 MIN READ

Seeing Mountains as Mountains Again

After many years, I stepped into a museum once more. This time, standing before the many exhibitions and artworks, I was no longer a wanderer drifting from piece to piece. I had my own sense of choice — a quiet discernment that seemed to arise from within. As I walked through the galleries of Chinese calligraphy and painting, I found myself drawn to certain forms more than others. In that moment, I suddenly realized: while I have lost count of how many seasons have passed in the mountains of time, I have grown more composed — and perhaps, more mature.

7
NOV
002·1 MIN READ

On the Cultivation of Character

Tonight, I read The Cultivation of the Chinese People by Cai Yuanpei. It feels like a guide for life — a manual for self-cultivation. In his plain yet elegant classical prose, Cai explained how one might live a life worthy of Heaven’s expectation. He broke down self-cultivation with remarkable clarity — taking physical health as its foundation, small daily habits as the reflection of virtue, diligence as a harmony with cause and effect, frugality and self-restraint as beauty, and independence as an expression of courage.

6
NOV
001·1 MIN READ

The Season of Time

On the balcony of my home, I’ve been growing a sweet potato that once sprouted beautifully. Its leaves used to stretch toward the sunlight, full of quiet vitality. But lately, because of my neglect, they began to dry and curl. In the past, a little water was all it needed to come back to life. But this time, nothing happened.

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