I adore the way you frown gently, like the soft sand that yields lightly beneath my feet as I walk along the seaside. Affection is when you play scissors and I play paper; love is when I play paper, but your concern reaches out to hold my hand.
What is life? It is a stele on the edifice of history, a pair of oars battling the wind and waves, a flower among a hundred blooms... Let us use our own hands to create a beautiful life.
Why does mood always capture our attention? Why can it make a person unable to eat, sleep, think of tea, or desire food? No one can fully decipher the irritability of a mood; only your concern, consideration, gentle touch, soft whisper, and tender reminders can soothe and resolve this irritability. Give, for mood requires your giving. Bestow tolerance and magnanimity, and the mind will become clear and open.
Happiness is a virtue, for it not only expresses one's appreciation and praise of the world but also brings warmth and lightness to those around. —Romain Rolland Why complain about the lack of a path? Has the camel not composed a "Song of the Strong" in the desert? The cool wind turns red leaves red; harsh words mature the strong.
Those with ambition will succeed; by breaking pots and sinking boats, the two hundred Qin passes ultimately belonged to Chu. Those who strive hard are not let down by heaven; by sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, the three thousand armored soldiers of Yue could swallow Wu.