Except for life and death, nothing in the world is trivial.
Nothing in life is a trivial matter.
Tsangyang Gyatso was right, and he was right to be alive, but everything seemed wrong again.
A mediocre life is always a drop in the ocean. If you remember history, will history also remember you?
Many things cannot be caught but cannot be stopped. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. Once it starts, it cannot go back.
In the dream, passing through Jiangnan and Luoyang, the wind was gentle and the clouds were clear, but every time the sun rose, I realized that the sunlight could penetrate into my heart through the palm of my hand.
What is it like knowing everywhere in life? It should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
I have been working hard for half my life, chasing flowers and wine, always chasing fame and fortune. Therefore, the bustling world is all for gain, and the flies in the temple are all for fame.
When one day you get a lot of what you want, will you find that you don’t recognize yourself anymore?
The sky moves vigorously, the terrain is strong, and a gentleman carries the heaven and the earth. However, it only lasts for a few decades. No matter how great his achievements are, they are just a speck of dust between heaven and earth.
No one will be immortal for eternity, even monuments engraved for thousands of years will turn into dust. All we can do is take care of the life in front of us.
Coming from the darkness, going back to the darkness, the vicissitudes of life are just passing smoke.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
A person's life is not as good as the blink of an eye. Don't care too much, it is rare to be confused.