After reading the novels Zong Qiong Yao, the Legend of Zhen Huan, and countless essays on palace and house fighting, I realized that Chinese literature lovers have fallen deeply into the Maoist fun of "fighting with heaven, earth, and people, and the fun is endless" - and they can't get out.
There is no real despair in life. The tree lays down its fallen leaves in autumn, and my heart aches, but throughout the winter, it allows my heart to accumulate strength in peace. When spring comes, youth remains. As long as life is in the palm of your hand, there is no despair in life. The success or failure of a moment is just a small cold in a lifetime. If your heart is tired, let it rest. The restoration of the soul is the hope that life will never dry up. ——Master Xingyun