The misty rain locks the autumn on the towers, alas, alas, thoughts fill the heart. Courtyards shrouded in haze, seas of flowers spreading fragrance at night, rain falling with fresh, clear sounds like water, dew scattered with a sense of loss. Poetic imagery blends skillfully, beautifully painting the heart's desires.
To endure seeing the nation's garments fall to invaders, while the heroes of the Central Plains return the rivers and mountains to the realm.
Old people, old events, old friends; old feelings, old loyalties, old tenderness—may the past and present all be well.
Listen to your feelings. Listen to your thoughts. Listen to your experiences. If any of these differ from what your teacher told you or what you read in books, discard those words, for language is the least reliable transmitter of truth. Your feelings are your god, your soul.
Is a warm hand truly better than a cold-hearted person?
How wonderful it is. At dusk, how wonderful it is. If you have troubles, just hand them to me. All I ask for is your trust.
Please let me go, let me return to her side. Tonight I still say goodbye to the moon, nothing remains but tears. My tears vanish with the cries of the kitten, and the tears I held back are finally released.
The filthiest thing in the world is self-esteem.
Do not use sweet words to deceive others for personal gain, lest you end up harming both yourself and others.
Many people do not need a farewell; they are merely passing by.
Having experienced cold and warmth, one appreciates the brilliance of sunlight; having passed through prosperity, one realizes the truth in simplicity. Life unfolds its brilliance in simplicity; life turns trials into strength.
Giving yourself a cliff with no retreat is giving yourself a chance to charge toward the heights of life.
If you abandon yourself, no one else can help you.
