Life can be divided into three stages: competing in talent, in wealth, and in realm of understanding.
Do not easily give up what belongs to you; what is already lost should be cherished as a beautiful memory.
Life is like a flower, colorful and vibrant; life is like a song, melodious and pleasant; life is like wine, fragrant and smooth; life is like poetry, profound and vivid.
Do not turn back to the past, for the dust you stir may cloud your vision.
The world is not destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch indifferently.
Sometimes, the more we interact with people, the more we miss the simplicity and loyalty of dogs.
Letting go is the moment when troubles fade away.
The overgrown grass destroyed a small path, leaving it rarely traveled. Wheat waves sway in the wind, farmers shoulder their loads, working diligently yet never forgetting to glance back. Elderly people are thin, rivers flow eastward. Such days, quiet pavilions and cold tea, climbing mountains and working the land, sweat forming small streams that eventually merge into the great river, rolling endlessly forward.
We may suddenly feel lonely, yet suddenly realize we are not truly alone. In this busy world, we come and go swiftly, but we leave our mark. In that moment, we are both fragile and incredibly resilient.