This one or that one?

My name was chosen by my parents. I'm sure about how my name was chosen. According to what my aunt said, during the time that mother was pregnant, my parents did not choose a certain name until I was born. They went to a temple and told my birthday to a monk who gave them a list of names. After that, the only thing my parents needed to do is find one they like the most. I once wondered why the monks know how to name a baby and where the list comes from. I think it is just part of the religion that belongs to a culture. "A good name can bring you some luck," the monk said.

Nevertheless, my parents chose an unusual name. Feng means blade. It means going upward. It means the peak. For me, the funniest thing about my name is its pronunciation because it sounds like having a bad cold.

I don’t really care about my name. It's just a way for people to call each other and identify each other. The name is meaningless without a certain personality. There is no difference for me if they call me something else. A painting is still the same painting no matter how the frame looks.

Temple

The Peak