Part 1
In a sea of ??people, there should always be people who know each other and understand each other. But there are also countless passers-by.
I envy Guan Bao, Bo Zhong, Yang and Sima. A thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist.
In life, it is a blessing to have a close friend. I lament the darkness of the world, but still yearn for the light; even though I have been knocked down by setbacks thousands of times, I still refuse to give up. This is the pursuit of knowledge, the desire for love, and compassion for the world.
Sigh! The road is long and we fight alone; we are living in this difficult world and we only have so much passion. Where can we find a good friend? Who knows me? Where is the one who knows me?
"It should be a good time and a good scene, but even if there are thousands of styles, who should I tell them?" This poem by Liu Yong did not make me shed tears, but it was enough to make me feel sad. Who understands the poems I wrote, the good times and beautiful scenery, the joyful things or the sad and lonely looks? I am never afraid of being alone, and I can also struggle alone. But if someone understands my emotions, that should be a great comfort! Bittersweet ordinariness is the source of happiness.
Part 2
Different ways do not lead to mutual conspiracy. And what is the Tao referred to here? Everyone has their own opinions, but I think it’s just thoughts. This forest is so big, there are all kinds of birds. Of all the options in life, why should we choose clichés? In fact, the clown is not hateful, because he takes it as his duty to please others; what is truly hateful are those who make fun of others in order to please themselves. They do not seek to make others laugh, but seek their own interests.
Who are my parents who gave birth to me, and who know me? I look back and look forward, knowing that Yun is beyond my reach. Recently I read Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" and it was deeply painful. I lament that a small official can have a close friend throughout life and death, which is really difficult. If a soulmate is hard to find, why not speak your mind? What is the result of mourning all day long: "There is no place to find a close friend"?
Young people don’t know what it feels like to be sad. I don’t think so, and I claim to be in the state of “stop talking even if you want to talk”.
Sigh! Academics are hard to achieve and time flies by. How can we hope for dreams?