Living in a humble room, accompanied by objects, I enjoy my own solitude, especially in the early morning when no one visits. To use a metaphor to describe my life: I am no lonelier than a duck in a playful lake or Walden Pond itself, for how could the water be a companion? I am like a dandelion on the vast prairie, a bean leaf, a fly, or a bumblebee; none of us feel lonely.
A lovely young green leaf is gently plucked at dawn. After undergoing various processes, it seems to have aged significantly, losing its initial verdant smoothness and tender charm. Now, it is like a hunched old person, curled up in a dark, sealed box, quietly awaiting its fate.
A shell takes a lifetime to transform countless grains of sand into an irregular pearl, much like how a rainbow requires vast amounts of moisture to bloom in a fleeting moment after rain. If we view these as successive setbacks, then it is these very setbacks that create the dazzling pearl and the beautiful rainbow.
On the journey of life, connections between people naturally fade over time. Some arrive, and some depart. As new stories begin and old ones end, we finally realize: some people can only accompany us for a short distance, near or far, but they cannot stay with us for a lifetime.
I must seize fate by the throat; it shall never make me fully submit.
He who strikes first suffers, and he who strikes later suffers even more.
In this world, anyone who can lighten the burden of others is truly useful.
Do not complain about the difficulties and setbacks encountered in life; instead, view them as opportunities to temper yourself.
