Life travels along the veins of history, gathering leaves and twigs along the way as memories, making the world appear vivid and concrete. As life enters the gates of time, let the sunset provide the key to memory. The firewood of memory lies quietly on the ground, waiting for life to gather the leaves collected along the journey and reminisce in the glow of the setting sun.
Many things in this world work this way. When you pursue something too intently, it flutters away like a butterfly. But when you clear your mind of distractions and focus wholeheartedly on a task or for the sake of others, unexpected rewards will quietly greet you. Often, explanations are unnecessary—enemies will not believe you, and friends do not require them.
If the motherland is a ship on a long expedition, my pen is the oar rowing forcefully forward; if life is a long melody, my footsteps are the dancing notes.
Smile at life and smile at yourself; the journey continues. Spring brings warmth, summer brings passion, autumn brings harvest, and winter brings cold; learn to enjoy life! Let the past stay in the past; there is no need to force yourself to forget, nor to dwell on it. Let things fade naturally with time. Learn to look forward, and everything will get better.