Since I cannot be profound right now, let me be easygoing instead. How can someone with a sorrowful face hear the sound of blooming flowers? How can someone wearing a mask understand the excitement in the croaking of frogs?
Balzac once said, "Misfortune is a stepping stone for genius, a baptism for believers, and a bottomless abyss for the weak." After the storm passes, the eyes will meet the sea where birds fly and fish swim; emerging from the thorns, a path paved with flowers lies ahead; reaching the summit, one finds a landscape of lush green clouds.
If one does not play in childhood, study in youth, aim high in adolescence, and strive in middle age, life will fade away with age. Life is brilliant through movement, fulfilling through joy, profound through thought, and lasting through sincerity in friendship.
When love becomes a double-edged sword, do you choose to drop the sword or continue to be wounded? Among those drifting in love, how many can remain sober-minded? Some things are known to be impossible, yet people persist, unwilling to let go.
Jin xie yan zhong yi, yi zhu fa shang chen. Ji ling you bu zhong, fo zu wei he ren? In this world, no one can take away our happiness, no one can stop our growth, and no one can replace our joy. Everything depends on ourselves.
Life is but a few decades of time, passing by unnoticed. Yet in these dreamlike years, we must do many things, walk many paths, meet countless passersby, play many stories, and experience the joys and sorrows of life.
I do not know if there is a drop of clear, cool rain falling for me, if there is a fragrant petal in the magnificent roses belonging to me, or if there is a gentle breeze specifically smiling at me.
