If I could wrap longing around my delicate fingertips, I would pluck the strings of a final song, letting that thought linger by my side. If I could forget memories in the quiet depths of the night, I would long for eternal sleep, dreaming within that red dust of life.
If I were the delicate and graceful woman picking lotus flowers in the river, would you be the dashing and elegant scholar playing the flute? Lowering her head to handle the lotus seeds, the seeds are clear as water; autumn water is full, and eyes are full. That moment of lowering the head with tenderness, that moment of lowering the head with shy coquetry—did it not fill your heart with a hidden fragrance?
Deep in the mortal world, the flow of seasons narrates the warmth and coldness of life. Holding the plain paper of the ages, I place you in my heart with quiet joy. There are ends to the ends of the earth, but longing has no end. How many times have flowers bloomed, aging whose waiting? A lifetime of fate, brightened whose face? In this life, I missed the blooming, missed the full flourishing, but I did not miss you.
Everyone knows the story of the caterpillar becoming a butterfly. If butterflies had memory, they should remember the tests of fate and keep in mind those painful metamorphoses. It was once so ugly, yet it eventually became a beautiful butterfly. This shows that as long as we do not give up efforts toward fate, fate will reward us with a legend; as long as we do not give up our passion for life, life will reward us with a beautiful destiny. To achieve a beautiful destiny, pain is also a kind of beauty. The journey of life is a series of beautiful metamorphoses; It is precisely because we have undergone painful transformation that we have a brilliant rebirth.
No matter when, where, or what one is doing, it is necessary to grasp the correct direction. This allows one to take fewer detours and avoid mistakes. A person with a sense of direction will get closer to their goal, ultimately reaching the destination.
The power developed by one person with a belief is greater than that of 99 people who only have interest.
Do not easily get into arguments with others. When someone argues with you over something trivial, let them win, for you have lost nothing. In fact, happiness in life is half about striving and half about letting go. Striving is not against others, but against adversity. Letting go is not drifting with the current, but knowing when to stop and then finding peace. Striving leaves fewer regrets in life; letting go brings lasting joy to those who are content.
Success is a relational term; it will bring you many irrelevant relatives.
