Don't Patronize Those Without Gratitude; Don't Nurture Those Without Heartfelt Thanks
Don't indulge spoiled people with no sense of gratitude; don't nourish those without heartfelt thanks.
The beauty of Baiye is magnificent at every time, thousands of miles apart, fluttering freely without concealing their splendor.
The crimson railings along the shore, willows reflecting the tower, early morning questioning officials bestow imperial garments.
Knowing you, how profound is my longing? After a thousand years, I still find traces of you in this heap of dust.
With wings outstretched, where do we fly? Even pursuing jade-like beauty, it's still not enough. Climbing the cliff, reaching the blue sky, forever hidden in the chest.
Riding in a cart, idly reciting poetry in the chest. Joyful words lack intensity, and sentiments are insufficient to capture the moment's significance.
The moon in Dongyan rests with the monk's initial determination, elegantly closing the door.
Roaming across the vast sky as a carefree traveler, though conflicts may change, the word remains steadfast.
The stream flows without end, a dream-like return, the station names are altered with little concern.
(Beautiful Literature, Chicken Soup, Three Farms, Positive Energy, Insight)
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