A dream of worldly ties ends, half a life fades like mist; one step leaves the dust behind, as the underworld plays the zither. It is Qingming Festival once again, coinciding with Feng'er's birthday. If Feng'er's arrival were not a hardship, why would they be lost in the mortal world on this day of mourning, searching for parents in the heavens without any support? Like a broken dream of the Red Chamber, tears bury the dust, and a handful of earth covers a beautiful face. Once fallen into the mortal realm, Feng'er's life was destined for sorrow. Counting the desolate tribulations of life and listening to the unspoken sorrows of the road, Feng'er plays "Smiling in the Dust" with a broken heart. Feng'er becomes a light breeze, dancing through the mist, drinking in the joys and sorrows of the world. A gentle dance, and a thousand years have passed. The song ends, the strings break, and life fades.
One must strive to make up for lack of talent; one should be frugal and honest even with a meager salary.
Everyone experiences collapse and self-healing; the most important thing in life is mindset. When a thought arises, the heart spans vast mountains and rivers; when a thought settles, the mind becomes as calm as still water.
Doing good too urgently can be perceived as evil.
Do not dwell on the past mistakes or grudges of others.
View the path you have traveled with a peaceful mind.
Maturity does not mean being slick or worldly; to know the world but not be shaped by its cynicism is true maturity and kind-hearted wisdom.