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I was born and raised in the town of Tzechow, which is at the foothills of the Tibetan Plateau and the Himalayan Range in western China. Like most boys, I preferred to fly kites, catch birds and plant flowers rather than to memorize the Confucian classics.
One day I caught a young bird, much like a vireo, freshly out of its nest. I put the bird in a wooden cage which had bars on one side only. Having raised two of the bars, I placed the cage on the ground near the tree in which the nest rested and waited in ambush. Finally the mother bird came to the cage with a worm to feed her fledgling. I cautiously sneaked up behind and pushed down the bars, thus capturing both the mother and her child, and took them home.
My first desire was to have a larger and better home