Don't Confide in Others When Hurt
When wronged, don't tell others
Jade flowers fragrant, worthy of divine adornment, the world sighs at the humiliation of gazing at the heavens and asking questions
A traveler sick with illness uses bamboo and rice, and finds a reason to seek again
Can one cut down a mountain with a sword, not by gold, but by tears falling from the layers of mountains
I lament that my way cannot indulge in self-satisfaction, a good matchmaker is not necessarily better than rosy sleeves
At the Bend Tomb Pavilion, two layers of sorrow, for a moment, the Hanran Mountains are preserved
Sometimes inspiration surges, the tiger can be hunted, the ox can be touched
How to repay it with long-felt sorrow, let the years of mortals pass
Not only small officials embellish their careers, but must be for long-standing gains in foreign lands
Trust is like a gentle breeze that blows away deep feelings, like Zhong You with his profound sentiments
When wronged, don't tell others
