Everyone I meet is in some way above me, and I learn from them what is good. Everyone is part of this drama; some are protagonists, some are supporting roles, and some are merely passersby. The busier we are, the more we feel alive, and the more acutely we realize our own existence. Love is humble, deeply humble, if the other person does not love you in return. Luck often arrives when you have persisted for a while, taken a few extra steps, found a new path, or taken a new detour. For those you love, remember that persistence is enough, but do not get hurt for the sake of love. We often like to stand in our own position to observe others' happiness, unaware that we are already the object of someone else's affection. From a grain of sand, see a world; from a single wildflower, see a heaven. Reserve your tears for those who love you most, and your smiles for those who love you most. Love is a form of understanding life. Love arises from the heart, moves with the heart, and follows the heart. In these crystal-clear years, meeting is fate, understanding is luck, and loving is a blessing. In life, if everyone has love, understands love, and is willing to spread love, there will surely be no rainy season of sadness in this world. If love is given, there will be a harvest; if love blooms, beautiful scenery will naturally come.