幸福的生活是半清醒，半微醺。

原文英文

With deep thoughts and memories, you recall the beloved, your gaze meeting across a thousand miles through the willows. You admire their delicate bones, their soft whispers, and their charming beauty that withstands sorrow. Like a butterfly fluttering onto ripples, born alone with a silent heart, you witness the blooming and fading of flowers; a strand of kapok is solely for her.

Downcast shadows appear more weathered in the midst of confusion. Bitterly and foolishly, one clings to the pain of the past, refusing to let go. Time mercilessly cuts through the hands, causing blood to flow freely. It is a feeling of great injury, pain, and cruelty.

Reaching middle age, it is not enough to simply possess the word "wisdom." Middle age is an era of responsibility, with elderly parents above and minor children below. With one arm supporting parents and the other holding a child, you worry when family falls ill, get angry when children misbehave, feel anxious over work errors, and fret over a lack of money. Having experienced the ups and downs of the world and carrying such burdens, remind yourself: A happy life is half sober and half tipsy; the heart is divided, one half acting with clarity and the other offering tolerance and understanding.

Believe that happy days will come. The heart always looks toward the future, even if the present is often melancholy. Everything is transient, and everything will pass. And what has passed will become a fond memory. (Pushkin)