A poem describing two sides.

The success or failure of things is attributed to the same person.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Happiness lies in misfortune and misfortune lies in happiness.

An old pioneer lost his horse-a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

The knife cuts bread and fingers.