Yesterday's glory cannot withstand the passage of time and the wear of years.
Those who dare to face difficulties become stronger in life; Those who dare to challenge adversity grow more resilient.
To cut off desires at their very beginning is like cutting fresh grass—simple in effort; but if one indulges even slightly, it will deepen into an abyss.
Time always leaves the best people until the end. After all, liking someone is like a passing wind, while love is like a slow and steady stream.
The process of life is a continuous act of “passing through.” When one passes smoothly, it becomes a kind of achievement and brilliance.
With a peaceful mindset, happiness naturally endures. Life is vast, and many encounters are not true intersections, but merely overlapping directions along the journey. What truly saddens me is not the familiar street itself, but the fact that after one unknown farewell, we never meet again.
A dream of worldly fate comes to an end, half a lifetime of mist fades away; one step into the dust, and in the underworld I play the zither. Another Qingming Festival arrives, coinciding with Feng'er’s birthday. If her arrival into this world was not suffering, why would she fall into the mortal realm on a day of mourning for the departed? Why would she wander alone in search of parents in heaven? Like a shattered dream in the Red Chamber, blood and tears bury the worldly dust, a mound of earth covers beauty. In this life, Feng'er was destined for sorrow upon entering the mortal world. Counting the vast desolation behind her, listening to unspoken sorrow along the paths, she plays a heartbroken melody of “Laughing at the Red Dust.” She becomes a wisp of wind dancing through the mist, tasting the joys and sorrows of the world. With one gentle turn, a thousand years pass. When the music ends, the strings break, and life fades away.