People should not be spoiled; feelings should not be hoped for.
People cannot be indulged; feelings cannot be hoped for.
Spring sunshine lingers, and it's already fading; reflected in the stream, a smile among the towering heights,
The young maid receives her tasks in the bright daylight; riding horses, she lingers by the smoky riverbank beneath the drooping willows,
Alone in the twilight, I lean against the door, a humble man with no aspirations,
With finely ground rouge, she applies it to her slender frame; I recall my master's life in the year of the Bing Mao,
The bridegroom and bride, though late, still arrive; in the south-east, the willows of Chui Gui are planted,
The unborn child, a blessing under the Jade Stars; incense offerings drift along the azure river and rosy clouds,
Today, we mend the wounds of a lifetime; from the submerged earth, new grasses arise,
Though there's a way to surpass rivalry, it's best to clear all obstructions like a stubborn and humble person,
Tonight, a single pot of wine – let not the master refuse; words of parting are difficult to finish,
(Chicken Soup, Three Farms, Positive Energy, Beautiful Writing)
Reflect on our life, savoring the diverse aspects of human experience,
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