Elegant cleaner, please tell us what "our dusty heart" is like. Great gods, help!

When we were babies, we didn't have to think about anything. We had to eat with our clothes open and our mouths open, carefree. Want to cry, laugh, and make trouble. . . When I grow up, there are more and more things to consider, such as study, grades, work, position, money, house, old people, daughter-in-law, and intrigue with others for dignity and survival. . . However, the heart of the man born in heaven and earth is gone forever. This has been the case since ancient times. There are radical monks, Buddhists and Taoists, and those who live in the mountains. In order to return to the original pure self, explore another truth that conforms to one's heart.