The golden sunset melts into the clouds, and the evening clouds gather. The sunset glow, carrying endless contemplation, falls upon the green mound; the clouds are silent, and the grass is mute. It falls upon that blank space, evoking memories of you, where silken hair has aged into silver hair through the vicissitudes of life, and bright eyes have touched that pure land, that etherealness, that emptiness, and that scenery.
When man thinks, God laughs. When man thinks, history laughs. When man thinks, books laugh. When man thinks, masters laugh. When man thinks, he himself laughs.
The light of human value manifests in many ways: some shine like the sun, some like the moon, some like a lightbulb, and some like a firefly.
To be a master of one's life, one must be a leader, a guide, a teacher, a head of a family, or the master of oneself.
Do not envy or admire the laughter of others, for deep within every heart, there lies unutterable pain and unresolved worries.