I am a passerby in your life, while you are the eternal frame in mine.
Life is a canvas being continuously painted, with the bitterness and sweetness of experience as its backdrop, and emotions accompanying our joys and sorrows. A cup of wine can bring tears or laughter, for it is the heart that becomes intoxicated; a cup of tea leaves a long aftertaste because dreams linger in one's thoughts. Through wind and rain, character is tempered; through clouds and snow, the weight of life is carried.
Memories are but a bowl of soup brewed by the hands of Meng Po; do those old scars and new wounds that pass through the soul ever break someone's heart?
Ordinary people often cherish only the scenery nearby, clinging to worldly luxuries, and eventually forget to move forward, becoming complacent in comfort and achieving nothing. Excellent people, however, often walk alone in silent times, enduring solitude without complaint, climbing the ladder of blood and sweat to reach heights others aspire to. The past hardships were not endured in vain; they served as the backdrop of your dormancy and the brilliance of your return.
Love is not hate, yet I find myself caught between the two.
A smile once appeared in my life, only to vanish like mist. That smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart, impossible to cross, its sound becoming the desperate song I sing night and day.
Even in letting go, one must maintain their dignity.
The soul is like a tree; the more resilient it becomes, the taller it stands. By letting go of attachments, life becomes more composed. With a calm heart, happiness will naturally arrive. View things lightly—do not cling, do not bicker, and let right and wrong fade away. No matter what is lost, never lose your good mood. Hold onto your heart and keep your mind pure, clean, and tranquil.
On life's journey, we may not fear physical injury, but we fear heartbreak; we may not fear problems, but we fear the loss of confidence. When darkness falls, it is not the shadows but the loneliness that affects our emotions; when the cold wind blows, it is not the temperature but the wounding of the soul that breaks our will. As long as the heart has a home, miracles will happen. To live is to experience a state of mind and a spirit.
There is always someone who lives in the heart but bids farewell to life.
If one lives behind a mask for too long, they will gradually forget their true self.
If love requires force, I would rather be alone for a lifetime.
Some pains hurt because love still remains; I am not a block of wood—I have feelings.
Entanglements of the heart: if resolved, they are knots; if unresolved, they are tribulations.
Love and hate are like two droplets of water on a glass plate; sometimes they merge, indistinguishable, and sometimes they evaporate with time, vanishing entirely.
Life continues naturally, a process of both stillness and transit. Everything comes and goes with composure and ease. Observe it with your eyes, live it in your heart; with faith and composure, let troubles dissipate and let connections be clear and gentle. Such is life.
To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower.
