One dream ends all worldly ties, half a life fades like mist; a single step leaves the dust behind, playing the lute in the underworld. It is Qingming once again, coinciding with Feng'er's birthday. If Feng'er's arrival were not a hardship, why would they be lost in the mortal world on this day of mourning the dead? Why would they wander the world, helpless, searching for parents in heaven? Like the broken dream of the Red Chamber, blood and tears bury the dust, and a handful of yellow earth covers the beauty. In this life, once Feng'er entered the mortal realm, a life of bitterness was destined. Counting the desolate tribulations behind, listening to the unspoken sorrows on the path, playing "Smiling at the Dust" with a broken heart—Feng'er becomes a breeze dancing through the mist, drinking the joys and sorrows of the world. A gentle dance, a thousand years pass; the song ends, the string breaks, and life fades.
Where does the glory of life lie? In the morning, it is on your face, greeting the future with a smile. At noon, it is in your posture, standing tall in the present. In the evening, it is in your feet, staying grounded in your actions. Life is simple: as long as you understand how to cherish, be content, and be grateful, you possess the glory of life.
Accept the gifts life gives you calmly, whether they are good or bad.
Live with peace, act with calm.
Never let others control your life. Do not work for others, do not strive for others' ideals, and do not let life carry you along. You must write your own life script; only then will life be brilliant and meaningful!
Once we have exhausted our tears, we will laugh without restraint... When possession becomes loss, let go bravely.