The Book of Rites says: After the age of seventy, one's nature is like that of a young child, most needing care and comfort. Moreover, the elderly fear loneliness most, so bringing one's heart close to their parents, caring for them frequently, relieving their worries, and bringing them joy is also a good method for filial piety and serving one's parents.
When the sun sets, there is no sorrow, no reluctance, no helplessness, and no loneliness; its faint glow testifies to its existence and value. The rhythm that cycles every day, from beginning to end, is free of troubles, without considering where to go, and without the regret of gaining or losing. As we pass through the silent sunset, should we not be the same? "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, only it is near the twilight." We often artificially add a color of sadness to the sunset, sometimes feeling a bit melancholy, a bit lonely, occasionally letting out sighs or having fantasies. The afterglow of the sunset will soon disappear, but thinking about it carefully, the sunset does not need our pity. What does our groundless compassion have to do with the sunset? If the sunset were aware, it would likely feel a bit innocent and helplessly shrug its shoulders.
Wanting to remember, yet forgetting instantly; wanting to forget, yet leaving an impression; wanting to refuse, yet reluctantly agreeing. Feeling very confused, yet pretending to be clear-headed; not wanting to do something, yet having to; obviously simple, yet making it difficult. Life is often frustrating! Read more to cultivate talent, be cautious in speech and action to cultivate clarity, value loyalty to cultivate popularity, endure humiliation to cultivate determination, handle affairs gently to cultivate harmony, emphasize responsibility to cultivate virtue, care for the public to cultivate foundation, be indifferent to fame and profit to cultivate integrity, not cater to vulgarity to cultivate backbone, dare to act to cultivate heroism, and be tolerant to cultivate grandeur.
Conscience is a mirror. It can reflect one's own inner heart, and also see the mutual projection between others, the outside world, and one's own inner heart. As long as this mirror is present, the heart is open and bright. Unfortunately, some people's mirrors are covered in dust, making everything they see blurry or even dirty; some people's mirrors are broken, so the images they see are only incomplete fragments; some people have completely discarded the mirror, and aside from fame and profit, they have no boundaries for right and wrong.
Patience is superior to intelligence, even by a margin.
