The wind blows through the hall, swaying the soul, as if the blossoms are grieving. A smile mixed with tears of sorrow, a feeling of melancholy like vast landscapes, through journey after journey. Paths may end, but the deep grievances of the heart are hard to traverse. Sweet dreams awaken easily, and sorrowful wine intoxicates quickly; stumbling steps and long-lasting weeping are hard to disperse. Knots in the heart are but self-inflicted pains; the wind, moon, and rain are indifferent, yet one grieves without cause. I once thought being overly sentimental was a lack of heavenly mercy, only to realize today that intoxication comes from within, not from the wine. In the deep of the night, waking from a sudden sleep, I gaze at the long dark sky, filled with boundless confusion. When emotions settle, the weak moonlight brings a hazy weariness to the heart. Cloaked in sorrow, human feelings grow cold; through the wind and rain, the heart of heaven remains warm. It is incomprehensible; why must this life be so entangled with sorrow? What in a past life caused such unrest in this one? Gazing at the sky, I often ask: When shall we meet eternally under the moon and flowers?
What is composure? Composure is having ample time, a relaxed mindset, and calm behavior. It is being free from restlessness, avoiding frantic movements, and staying patient. Composure means standing firm and staying focused on your goals; It is moving steadily, one step at a time; it is having confidence, knowing everything is under control.
Now I understand that air is distributed per capita; since there are fewer people on the mountain, there is less air.
Maturity is simply becoming worldly due to excessive experience, being able to maintain a smile even when tears well up in your eyes.