Nanke sky, parting lamp, burning up the war-fire sky, Big Dipper years, a thought of the other shore, holding hands by the brow, vicissitudes, making brows, reducing brows, a tiny bit of earth turning into mountains. Giving Hua Xia's emotion, granting three cups of wine, a broken tune brings sadness, comforting the departing youth, a prosperous era marks the parting, a prosperous era paints the sorrow of love. Parting is thick, the city of sadness, straight to the city gate's three parts of heaven, love is heavy, the sea of people changes, gazing at the scenery as rain falls. Three parts of a river, three cups of parting emotion, a sheet of desolation, the phoenix turns its head, a broken tune in the sea of people, a division of ink, two understandings of love, a finger Zen, Bodhisattva in the sea of people, holding hands with eyes of passion, grieving for love.
A quiet heart is a feeling of tranquility. During the recent rainy days, being stuck at home made me feel restless. After going out to clear my mind and changing my environment, my emotions shifted. I found the sky so blue, the trees so green, and life so peaceful and beautiful.
A mirror is bright, but the brightest mirror in the world is the eyes of the masses.
If one steps back before victory, one often embraces failure; if one perseveres through difficulties, one often achieves new success.
How can life be lived without joy? Yet, life is also inseparable from sorrow. I do not believe the tall tale that a person can be happy every moment, nor do I think a life filled only with sorrow is meaningful. If a person can slowly absorb and carefully experience both joy and sorrow, then both become worth savoring, making life truly interesting.