Prince Wang’s programmer was coding software. His fingers danced upon the keyboard. The program compiled without an error message, and the program ran like a gentle wind.
普林斯·王手下的程序员正在编程。他的手指在键盘上飞舞。程序在编译时没有报任何错误信息，而程序在运行时如同行云流水。

“Excellent!” the Prince exclaimed, “Your technique is faultless!”
“太棒了！”普林斯称赞道：“你的技术真是完美无缺！”

“Technique?” said the programmer turning from his terminal, “What I follow is Tao - beyond all techniques! When I first began to program I would see before me the whole problem in one mass. After three years I no longer saw this mass. Instead, I used subroutines. But now I see nothing. My whole being exists in a formless void. My senses are idle. My spirit, free to work without plan, follows its own instinct. In short, my program writes itself. True, sometimes there are difficult problems. I see them coming, I slow down, I watch silently. Then I change a single line of code and the difficulties vanish like puffs of idle smoke. I then compile the program. I sit still a