People fear poverty, love fears pain; hearts fear deception, friendships fear being misled; snow fears the sun, grass fears frost.
People fear lack of money, love fears being hurt; hearts fear deception, friendship fears being misled; snow fears the sun, grass fears frost!
Why do fleeting shadows resemble white hair? I asked a passerby for a laugh.
One indulges in fleeting pleasures, then retreats; a single field yields to a hardworking ox.
Sorrows surpass the lamentations of cattle and celestial maidens; moss clings to ancient stones within niches.
Wild fires blaze brilliantly, wild fires blaze brilliantly, wild fires blaze brilliantly, wild fires blaze brilliantly,
I don't know how to lament and complain; please look at the deeds of a hundred years.
The folding fan retreats as it follows the yellow path; the three armies cease battle and begin spring plowing.
In the dark night, the stars seem distant and hazy; only the bamboo and sandalwood niches remain.
Wild fires blaze brilliantly, wild fires blaze brilliantly, wild fires blaze brilliantly, wild fires blaze brilliantly,
Why do fleeting shadows resemble white hair? I asked a passerby for a laugh.
The three armies cease battle and begin spring plowing.
The folding fan retreats as it follows the yellow path.
Beautiful text, emotional, philosophical, WeChat circle, rural revitalization chicken soup
More wonderful beautiful texts, please follow the headline numberOne Zen Little Monk Philosophical Stories
People fear lack of money, love fears being hurt; hearts fear deception, friendship fears being misled; snow fears the sun, grass fears frost!
