What Does It Mean to Be Human! What Is Character!
A maiden of the floating body, born of emptiness, cannot weave pine wind, nor the maple forest sigh.
Falling into secluded valleys, pine axes and kokus (maple trees), are scattered from the wind, without seeking pearls.
Willow leaves drift faintly in the pine and bamboo forest, singing with oriole song for several miles,
The heavens would rather have the sound of jade stringed instruments, limited by excessive sorrow,
Measure the garden's expanse, sparsely and with a barrier, suitable for enjoying the Han generals' departure for campaigns,
Sadness, already within the room, why grieve? The feeling is too profound,
The road is burdened with the weight of a thousand horses' feet, and a lonely heart lingers in the late evening enclosure,
Seeing the dawn with the rosy moon and rabbit, quietly grinding medicine, a pleasure unique to oneself,
Quietly, a solitary person, the rain deepens, autumn stillness, no morning light returns as if with a guiding sign,
(Beautiful text, emotion, philosophy, WeChat Moments, rural chicken soup)
A line of tears falls, because it shattered fragility; a passage of words enters the heart, because it touched the soul.
