Gold is not barefoot, and no one is perfect.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

Perfection is God’s. The measure of perfection, and the desire to achieve perfection, is the measure of humanity. - Goethe

Life is no longer a happy feast, a festival of joy, but a journey of work, struggle, poverty and suffering. Experience.——Belinsky

The following are just for reference

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to be raised but the relatives do not wait.

Last year Today, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms reflect each other's red. I don't know where they are, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

The world is as short as a spring dream, and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds