It is better to endure hardships early in life than late.
Life is filled with helplessness, joys, sorrows, and partings. Despite stumbling through the wind and rain, one can remain at peace.
Life is like a song, with both high notes of joy and low notes of melancholy; life is like climbing stairs—tell yourself, keep going!
True learning begins when you realize your insights are entirely mistaken.
Pain shared with the wrong person becomes mere sentimentality.
The scars left by time are the marks of growth.
It is the human heart that cannot be feigned.
Life inevitably brings pain and trouble, but we must not torture ourselves. If you only stare at the ink spots on a white wall, darkness will consume your vision. Similarly, if you cling too much to certain fragments of life, you will lose the wholeness of your existence. To let yourself go and cease self-torture is true wisdom.
If a person stands under the scorching sun for hours yet their hands remain cold, they must be burdened by heavy thoughts.
In longing, those wordless beauties. Once, only for you! Even if, one day. The letter filled with whispers turns yellow with time's vicissitudes. Yet I still wish to hold a gentle grace. Without regret, with the ink's rhythm of eternity—writing our meeting into the world's most beautiful legend!
Loneliness belongs to oneself. Even a cup of crimson bitter wine, when savored, brings a dizzying grace that makes one's eyes misty like water.
East wind days, night rain wasted, tales of the world, a cup lost in the sea of people, honoring the mountains and rivers, asking the world, a song of wasted years, a piece of the world, the scenery of wind chimes laughing at time. In the empty mountains, questioning the ancient temple; in the sea of people, missing the Buddha; holding hands and smiling, how many desolate chapters. Love without fate, night bonds severed, three lives of coldness, seven parts of bitterness in this life, one person's mistake, another's tears, the song ends and life fades, never seeing a smile under heaven. Entering the play of life, rain at midnight, longing through three lives, the song breaks the sea of people, the person leaves the world, three cups in a lifetime, a deep dream for eternity. Waiting for the flowers to fall, asking the mortal world, laughing at me, waiting for me, a silent moment, a parting.
Those standing in the shadows often feel the sun is unfair to them.
Life is not a landscape painting; it will not always be bright and sunny.
