In the world of life, where can we talk about winning or losing?
In front of the rushing river, everyone is like a traveler.
Who is not half-broken by wind and rain?
What we want to keep disappears faster, like our youth;
What we are afraid of coming, always comes in a hurry, like our gray hair.
If someone asks me, I will tell it, but no one will ask.
After all the suffering, happiness comes, but the suffering will not end. Will it come?
One thought of heaven and one thought of hell?
All my thoughts are in heaven, but my body is still in dust;
God gave people two windows: one to see the stars, and one to see the rotten pond?
I opened both windows, and there was mud outside both windows.
There was no happiness in this year, and there was no happiness in the past two years.
Nothing else can be seen, the epidemic is everywhere
The mountains and rivers are never in harm's way,
but it cannot hide the danger in the world.
The sky is incomprehensible to the warmth of humanity,
Raise a glass and drink the snow, quietly another year
The stars passed last night, and the green mountains are far away
The feet are on the legs, the road is under the feet
Even if the wind blows, it’s hard to give up on life.
Let’s have a glass of old wine.
No matter it’s sweet or bitter, it’s the most delicious taste.
Put your feet up.
It’s always nice to be able to walk.
