If you are merely passing by, please leave quietly. All the brilliance we have ever experienced in life ultimately needs to be repaid with loneliness. A meat bun thrown at a dog signifies a grandfather and grandson relationship. Without climbing a high mountain, one cannot enjoy the pleasure of seeing all other mountains as small; without entering the deep sea, one cannot feel the pride of conquering the waves. Let me borrow my past days, borrow me the time to complete all my regrets, and borrow me the you who once liked me. Life is a choice, and also a letting go. Those who can freely choose are happy, and those who can moderately let go are free-spirited. Unfortunately, sometimes our choices only lead to waiting without results, forcing us to leave in gloom; sometimes our letting go is due to helplessness, making us turn away in tears, yet still looking back frequently as we move away. Life always plays jokes on us: whatever you expect most, the farther it moves away; whoever you cling to, the deeper they may hurt you. The first cry of a new life contains not a trace of sorrow, because the world from which life comes does not contain sorrow. Sorrow is a product of this world. When the Way is lost, virtue remains; when virtue is lost, benevolence remains; when benevolence is lost, righteousness remains; when righteousness is lost, ritual remains. Humans are not easily satisfied. They must remain constantly active, and if they truly cannot find activities, they must strive to create them. Certain reasons in love are like the terminal station of the last bus. When we reach the end, we should also get off, facing the journey in between with a smile. Even if reluctant, we can only wait for the next bus, for it is merely one terminal in our lives. If reluctant, then look back at the journey in between. Although memories can be exhausting and painful, that journey at least laid a foundation for the future. Only by facing each terminal station with a smile can one eventually find their own happiness. I want to speak slowly. First, let me sit down. Sometimes, we must dig deep into our own hearts to solve problems. Tired birds think of their nests, and fallen leaves return to their roots. Returning to our hometown and native land is like returning to a reliable place from the past, from which we set off again towards the distance.
