人生是一个不断遗忘的过程。

原文英文

Life is a process of forgetting. Life is like a tree of blooming flowers—sometimes quiet, sometimes passionate, sometimes lonely, and sometimes magnificent.

Spreading the rice paper silently, holding the brush firmly, I paint the most beloved moon of heaven and earth. Ring by ring, it fits perfectly, yet it cannot capture your bright countenance, severing all worldly connections. The birds outside remain, the buildings rise high, and the roads wind on. Your silhouette shatters the wounds of memory, carrying you away amidst the rushing crowd to a thousand miles away. From then on, spring brings no solace, and autumn brings only resentment.

Some say silence is golden. Indeed, sometimes silence is much better than chatter; at least it does not become tiresome. However, too much silence is not always a good thing; if one loses the interest to speak, one also loses the opportunity to express joy and feel happiness. I used to be an emotional person, but now I have become calm, free from joy, sorrow, or anger. My mind is like a tranquil lake, settling into the depths, watching the clouds rise while discussing the world with a smile. This is the state of being "water in a bottle, clouds in the sky."

It is difficult to be a person, and even harder to be a good one. Everyone holds their own values; as the saying goes, "different people follow different paths." What you consider good may not be good, and what you consider bad may not be bad. Everything stems from its essence, regardless of labels.

Storms and heavy rains can strip away leaves, but they can never uproot the tree. On the journey of life, unless a hurricane strikes, there is no need to worry about the minor loss of leaves.

Sometimes we know the path ahead is full of bumps, yet we still march forward without looking back; because in this life, we all want to give it our all and fight for our dreams.

When grasped, time is gold; when it slips away, it is merely flowing water.