1. The happiness of life does not lie in one’s environment, one’s status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one’s soul corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their own happiness, the rich have their own happiness, the powerful and powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. In life, everyone laughs and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. This is the true appearance of the human world.
2. The grass under the rocks teaches us to be strong, the wild lilies on the cliff teach us to be persistent, the pine trees on the mountain teach us to fight against the wind and rain, and the wintersweet in the cold teaches us to welcome the ice and snow with a smile.
3. The candle has a heart, so it can shed tears and inject sparkling light waves into the world; the willow has a heart, so it can bow its head in meditation and bring fresh green to the sleepy earth; the flowers have a heart. , so they can float out the fragrance of youth in the sunshine.
4. The autumn rain is flying, the raindrops are falling slantingly with the wind, and the splashing sound is faint. The raindrops were as crystal clear as pearls, melting in that moment. It is like a profound ink painting. It's like the girl's flowing hair, humming with shyness, sitting while playing the piano, full of affection and poetry. What a little bit of tenderness in the vicissitudes of life.
5. There is a bottle that overflows with fragrance as soon as it is opened. We call that wonderful smell love. That sight that makes people obsessed, that can't stop their hearts from swaying, and that they can't stop their steps, is love. That magical attraction comes from love. Maybe you haven't even thought about getting involved yet, but the alluring colorful butterflies are already dancing in front of you.
6. Never leave, never give up, silently pay attention, silently appreciate, stay, warm, don’t need too many words; accompanied by the words, I quietly feel the clouds dancing and the wind blowing. Sing slowly. The night, moonlight, and raindrops bring a different feeling. Some people meet inadvertently; some things begin inadvertently; some words are promised inadvertently; some people separate inadvertently.
7. The autumn wind sends old friends off, breaks the willows and plays the Yaoqin. Time just travels silently in the whispers of the golden wind and jade dew, counting the shadows of shooting stars, integrating the colors of a few red leaves into the music of the zither, not seeking to hear and reach Huizhilan's heart, but just wishing to quietly convey a period of time. The worries that are thinner than yellow flowers are entrusted to the care of fleeting years. The years will be quiet and peaceful, and the current world will be stable. The red leaves are still gorgeous, and my heart has never traveled far.
8. The most unbearable thing in this world is time, and the most unbearable thing is waiting. The young man was intoxicated in poetry and songs, and his beauty wasted away in the river of red. A curtain of dreams, before I wake up from it, withers into a faint past. A curtain of thoughts, before they are told to you, are dried into shallow lines of poetry. In that autumn, the lovesickness faded away with the crescent moon, and your pockets grew wider, but it never made you tempted; in that autumn, your thoughts drifted away with a yellow flower, and the lovesickness became sick, but it never made you look back.
9. Don’t think about the long time ahead. The most foolish thing in the world is to have great ambitions but waste time. Life is actually not long. Sometimes, before you can live it to the fullest, youth is hard to find. Evening has come, leaving only a sigh. Time is hard to spare and time is running out. Every day we live now is the youngest day in the rest of our lives. If we cannot grasp the present, the future will be nothing. We need dreams, but we need to take steps and travel hard to get there.
10. Under the starry sky beside whose pillow, the soft murmurs gathered the passion of Tang poems, and the dreams broke the tenderness of Song poems? The promise of not regretting has made who in the fleeting years lock themselves in a prison and endure all the suffering of waiting? If so, there really are promises made in previous lives in reincarnation, then, is the expectation of fulfilling promises in this life just a passing pain?