How many once close friends now silently remain in our contact lists. How many memories have faded into the corners of our hearts. It is not that we do not wish to reconnect, but rather that life is cruel, time and space change, and our paths no longer intersect. Yet, all the people and events we encounter on life's journey, whether good or bad, ultimately become the trials and treasures of our lives.
A joyful heart is like a remedy, healing the soul; a broken heart, however, often drains the marrow of life.
There is no permanent sorrow in life. Do not be too hard on yourself. Learn to let go, to put things down, and to view things with clarity and optimism. Believe that tomorrow will still be bright and sunny.
The wind carries the sound of thousand mountains and ten thousand waters, lifting the mist of autumn. The twisting footprints preserve the ornate meaning brewed by the season. Steps turn into gentle waves, letting the drizzle blur the view, splashing the melancholy of the finale, only to confirm that within this weighty life, we drift with the wind into this year's heart-touched scenery.
In life, it is not others or disasters that can break you down; only you yourself can do that.
I enjoy warmth in the flow of time. I forget the blooming of flowers in the passage of years.
Master Haitao once said: "To cultivate compassion, one must let go of selfish love. In this world, too much love is self-centered; people only love their own ego."
I do not have many friends, so I cherish you all the more.
A tree of one chi in length must have knots; a jade of one cun in size must have flaws.