I am immersed in the world I create. People need ideals, dreams, and beauty, cultivating themselves through the elegance of spirit and aesthetic sensibility.
The essence of life is not pleasure but suffering; it is about playing the hymn of life in a small corner of an indifferent universe.
I do not know if Christianity's promise of the soul's immortality will ultimately be fulfilled, but I am certain that humans have a soul. The proof lies in the fact that people are not satisfied merely by fulfilling physical desires; some suffer more from spiritual longing. Most of my writings are intended to heal my own life confusions and mental anguish, and I believe many others face and ponder the same questions.
People often do similar things, but their dreams vary greatly; perhaps within dreams lies each person's unique and richer self.
When writing, one should learn from the ancients, so that readers cannot tell whom you have learned from. That is true mastery of learning from the ancients. Han Yu learned from Mencius, yet today reading Han Yu, one cannot discern Mencius's influence.
I have grown accustomed to your presence; why did you leave after I became used to you? I gaze at the sky, trying not to let tears fall.
After all the prosperity fades, flowers cover the ground, full of melancholy yet with nowhere to express the sorrow. Fates entwine for lifetimes and break in a moment. You are the flower of the other shore. Alas, flowers are indifferent; in the sealed memories lie both happiness and loneliness. If we truly understood each other, where would there be melancholy or sorrow to express?
The deepest and most peaceful joy comes from calmly observing the world, slowly savoring its beauty and harmony. Time quietly slips away, aging our faces but enriching our lives. Cherish every friendship around you; it may fade or grow distant, but it should never be forgotten.
I do not know what is wrong with me; I dislike this side of myself.
