. Everything in life is beautiful, even money, because it can teach people. Money is like a piano, who can't play it,
. It will only make him hear harsh noise. Money is like love. Whoever is stingy and refuses to give it to others will let him die. Give it generously to others and it will give him a new life.
. I will always walk on the sandy shore, between sand and foam. The climax will erase my footprints, and the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the sandy shore will exist forever.
. I want to make myself complete. But unless I can become a planet with rational creatures living on it, what else is possible? Isn't this the first person's goal?
. A pearl is a temple built by a grain of sand surrounded by pain. What is the desire to build our bodies around what kind of sand?
. You can't have youth and knowledge about youth at the same time. Because youth is too busy with life to understand; And knowledge is busy seeking for itself in order to live.
. When your friends confide in you, don't be afraid to say no, and don't hide what you can. When he is silent, your heart should still listen to his heart; Because in friendship, without words, all thoughts, all wishes, and all hopes occur in silent joy and are enjoyed.
. Some of us are like ink, while others are like paper. If it weren't for the fact that some people are black, some people would become dumb. If it weren't for the fact that some people are white, some people would be blind.
. Only yesterday, I thought I was just a fragment, trembling in the sky of life without rhythm. Now I know that I am the sky, and all life is fragments that turn rhythmically in me.
. I once grabbed a handful of smoke. Then I raised my hand and looked, ouch, the smoke turned into a bug. I held my hand up and opened it again, but it was a bird in my hand. I held my hand again and stretched it out. In the palm of my hand stood a man with a melancholy face, looking up to the sky. I held my hand again, and when I stretched it out, there was nothing but smoke and fog. But I heard a very sweet song.
. My house says to me: Don't leave me, because your past lived here. The road said to me; Come with me, because I am your future. I said to my house and road; I have no past and no future. If I live, there will be something in my life and something in my life. Only love and death can change everything.
. They said to me when they woke up: You and the world you live in are just a grain of sand on the boundless sandy shore of the boundless ocean. In my dream, I said to them: I am the boundless ocean, and the world is just sand on my sandy shore.
The coming of the ship is the classic sentence in Ji Bolun's The Prophet
* Who can leave his pain and loneliness without attachment? * Sound can't take away the lips that give it wings, it can only look for the sky alone. * Love doesn't know its depth until the moment of parting. Love * When love beckons you, follow him,
though his road is hard and steep.
When he spreads his wings and hugs you, follow him, though the sword in his wings may hurt you. When he speaks to you, trust him, though his voice may shatter your dreams, like a strong wind sweeping away the flowers in the garden.
* Love gives nothing but itself and takes nothing but itself.
love is neither possessed nor possessed; Because it is enough for love to have itself. * Love wants nothing but perfection. But if you love, you must want something, so let these become your wishes:
melt into a running stream and sing your own serenade at night.
experience the pain caused by too much tenderness. Be hurt by your own experience of love. Bleeding willingly. Wake up in the morning with a winged heart and thank you for another day full of love; Take a lunch break and meditate on the ecstasy of love;
at dusk, go home with gratitude;
before going to bed, pray for the love in your heart, and sing a hymn on your lips. Marriage * love each other, but don't let love be a bondage; Let love be the sea that flows between the shores of your souls. * Give your hearts, but don't let each other keep them.
Because only the hand of life can accept your hearts.
stand together, but don't get too close; Because the pillars of the temple are always separated from each other, oak and pine and cypress do not grow in each other's shadow. Children * Your children are not your children.
They are the children of life's longing for themselves.
They borrowed you, but they didn't come because of you. Although they are around you, they don't belong to you. You can give them your love, but you can't give them your thoughts, because they have their own thoughts
You can build houses to shade their bodies, but not their hearts,
Because their hearts live in the house of tomorrow, even in their dreams, you can't visit them. You can try to imitate them, but don't try to make them like you. Because life will not go backwards, nor will it stay in the past.
You are bows, and your children are the arrows of life that have been shot out.
The shooter aimed at the target on the endless journey and bent you hard to make his arrow fly quickly and far. Let you bend happily in the shooter's hand; Because he loves both flying arrows and steady bows. Giving
* Some people give happily, and this happiness is their reward.
some people give in pain, and this pain is their baptism. Work * There are always people who tell you that life is dark. When you are tired, you repeat the language of the tired. And I said that life is really dark, unless there is desire,
all desires are blind, unless there is knowledge,
all knowledge is in vain, unless there is work, all work is empty, unless there is love; When you work with love, you are one with yourself, others and God. Joy and sorrow
* Lift the mask, and your joy is your sorrow.
from the same well filled with your tears, your joy welled up. Can it not be so? The deeper the scars of sorrow are carved on you, the more joy you can accommodate.
when you are happy, go deep into your hearts, and you will find that what brings you joy now is what brought you sorrow in the first place.
when you are sad, look at your hearts again, and you will find that what brings you sorrow now is what brought you joy in the first place. Crime and punishment * are like a lonely leaf, which will not turn yellow without the acquiescence of the whole tree.
There are hidden promises from all of you behind the wrongdoers.
* You are both roads and walkers. When one of you falls, he slips for the people behind him, so that they can avoid stumbling stones carefully. Oh, he also slipped for the people in front, because although they walked lightly and firmly, they did not remove the stumbling block.
* You can't separate justice from injustice, good from evil;
because they stand side by side in the sun, just like black lines and white lines are woven together. When the black thread is broken, the weaver should look at the whole fabric, and he should check the loom. Pain * Your pain is the rupture of the shell that wraps your understanding.
however, just as the stone must be broken and exposed to the sun, you must also experience pain.
Every day, your hearts marvel at the miracle of life, and your pain is as wonderful as your happiness; You will get used to the seasonal changes of your mind, just as you are used to accepting the seasonal changes that come and go in the fields. Then, you can look at your sad winter with a quiet mind.
Friendship
* Give your best to your friends. If he must know your ebb tide, then let him know your flood tide. Are friends who only seek when you want to kill time still friends? Speech
* Thought is a bird belonging to the sky. In the cage of language, it may spread its wings, but it cannot fly.
Time * Yesterday is just a memory of today, and tomorrow is just a dream of today. * Embrace the past with memory and the future with hope. Pleasure * Pleasure is a song of freedom, but it is not freedom.
It is your flower of hope,
but it is not their fruit. It is the call of the abyss to the peak, but it is not the abyss or the peak. It is a wing locked in a cage, but it is not a space around it. Oh, it's true. Pleasure is a free song.
I want you to sing it wholeheartedly, but I don't want you to lose your heart while singing.
* The body is the lyre of your soul, it will make sweet and moving music,
or noisy sound, it's all up to you.