走得慢一点也没关系，至少路上不会那么拥挤。

原文英文

It is alright to walk a bit slower; at least the path will not be so crowded.

The reason why mediocre people remain mediocre is that they are unable to transcend themselves.

Those with broad minds do not dwell on trivialities or let them weigh on their hearts, allowing them to live each day with ease and comfort.

It is said that of all journeys, the longest is the road home. The traveler admires the fresh flowers year after year, pitying the sorrow of others. A few thin horses and their slaves stop with the rhythmic tapping of hooves. Unfastening the reins, I look around as the setting sun and twilight draw near, and the feelings of approaching home stir my heart. Have I ever thought of the frost creeping onto my parents' temples, or the wishes of this wanderer? That year, my elder sister leaned against the window, still embroidering her wedding dress. Now, my young child walks unsteadily, holding onto the bed for support—does anyone take him to find clams by the river? The clear water flows long over the stones, murmuring gently in my hometown. The ancestral hall, where moss has grown on the stone steps, has its beams replaced with new ones. Have the swallows that once roosted on the roof flown away? In days past, the old and the young sat together in the hall, family gathered, chatting and joking, laughing for a brief moment. All the romantic ambitions are set aside; no golden cup can replace the coarse tea of that time. The road home tugs at one's heartstrings the most; let me be the one to walk it to the end.