Even the most desolate life has moments of full bloom. Life is sometimes like a sheet of paper; it depends on whether you can pierce it. Scenery often waits at the corners of destiny. Thoughts are crucial; when thoughts cease, the world changes drastically; when thoughts arise, waves surge. Life is about understanding through experience, with time flowing like a song, intoxicating us as we write the years. Words are often false; silent time slips away like mercury over fingertips.
Let your heart be at ease and your emotions be calm. Whether you are willing to accept it, whether you are prepared for it, or whether you have the self-control, time will bring many shocks, both joyful and sorrowful. Whether it is wind or rain, what you should do and can do is to bear it with a peaceful heart and face it with a candid demeanor.
Life, with a calm demeanor, is like a flower, naturally fragrant along the way. Flowers are red not to compete for spring, but because spring is naturally beautiful; flowers bloom not to attract butterflies, but because butterflies come naturally. Flowers grow quietly and bloom silently, living an elegant life. Not seeking great fame or fortune, only wishing for them to open in sequence with spring and fade into dust as spring ends. Having lived beautifully is enough; butterflies come and go as they please. Quietly guard your own sky and peacefully spend the spring months. If you do not intend to gain, you naturally do not care about loss.
Life is an adjustment of one's own mindset. There are too many passersby in life. No matter how much you are reluctant to part, passersby are always passersby, and one day they will leave. Do not over-value the people around you, nor deliberately care about others' affairs. In this world, there will always be people who make you sad or make you grit your teeth. It is not because they are so bad, but because you care so much.