On a silently unrolled sheet of xuan paper, holding a brush tightly in hand, I sketch the most tender moon of heaven and earth. Ring by ring, interlocking perfectly, yet unable to hold onto that ethereal beauty, and no longer bound by worldly ties. The sparrows outside the window still chirp as before, distant skyscrapers rise in layers, roads stretch out in lines. Your figure shatters the hardened wounds of memory; amid the rushing thoughts, I send you away, a thousand miles beyond. From this point on, spring brings the end of sorrow, and autumn brings no more resentment.
The saddest thing in life is that when a dearest one departs, we are even unable to see them off for the final journey; the happiest thing is walking the entire life together with a beloved partner, bickering yet dreaming of reuniting in our next life.
Girls should learn from the tortoise: wearing only one "outfit" for a lifetime, yet it always fits perfectly.
If taking advantage of others becomes a habit, falling into disadvantage is not far behind.
The world is a book. The ability to read into it and understand it is cleverness; the ability to read in and read out is wisdom; the ability to read out and penetrate it is enlightenment.
Blames and complaints in marriage are not necessarily bad; they are actually a manifestation of love for the other person. However, they should not be treated as a daily routine. One knows that even exotic delicacies become boring when eaten excessively, let alone the unpalatable residue of hardship.
Friendship is a cup of rich coffee, a ladder to maturity, a friendly joke on April Fools' Day, and a passionate rose on Valentine's Day. At that time, friendship is a drop of aged vintage wine, intoxicating the heart whenever tasted.
Sometimes, the problem is very complex, but the answer is simple.
So-called geniuses are merely those who spend the time others use for drinking coffee on their work.
Our misfortune lies in being led by the nose by time, unable to fix ourselves at a single point to see the whole and the eternal picture. For humans, there is only one thing that is eternal: their own unrest, which is precisely what causes extreme suffering.
