Society is a vast machine driven by interests. Interest is human instinct. The shift from admiring knowledge to fame, and from wealth to power, reflects a distortion of social and personal values, as seen in the intense craze for civil service exams. When hearts are so restless, peace is hard to find; when minds are as tangled as knots, how can the social atmosphere be clear?
Life is an irregular path that brings both joy and sorrow; only by seeing the direction clearly can we press onward.
Years pass like a river: the left bank is unforgettable memories, the right bank is precious youth, and flowing swiftly between them is the subtle sadness of being young. While many beautiful things exist, few truly belong to us. Watching flowers bloom and fall with equanimity; observing clouds gather and disperse with detachment—learning to face everything with a calm heart is a profound state of being.
As long as you are on the journey, no destination is out of reach. In the future, you only need to be better than you were yesterday.
In the long journey of life, no one experiences smooth sailing. Setbacks not only provide experience but also allow life to reach new heights of sublimation.
The only constant in this world is change itself.
"Plucking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence" is a sense of tranquil freedom; "like a relaxed stroll in a courtyard" is a sense of joyful ease; "pointing at the mountains and rivers, writing passionately" is a sense of heroic spirit; "heaven made me for greatness" is a sense of confident grace; "fishing alone in the cold river snow" is a sense of noble purity; "I will not return until Loulan is conquered" is a sense of tragic heroism.
Constantly reflecting on your thoughts, your actions, and your purpose is the best way to cultivate your character.
Reading is the process of a pupa transforming into a butterfly.
