I once thought, "When the embroidered couch is idle, the red rain blows. In the curved place of the carvings, we lean against the setting sun. I want to be that wise person who gambles on books to eliminate the fragrance of tea, but I find that I can't find it after searching. However, by a strange combination of circumstances, he moved me a lot. Those kind words are powerless and haggard in the face of time, but they make my heart ripple. A second of happiness is worth a hundred years of wandering!
However, I seem to be in a snow-capped mountain forest, a frozen garden, and a frozen heart. How can a moment of warmth reawaken it? Covered in dust and sleeping, I will have a lifetime of peace; when I break the ice and wake up, my heart will turn a thousand times, searching hard! At this moment, I have reached a desperate situation...
In the fish tank, several goldfish are drinking water wantonly, making a "diligently" sound. If they are not fish, how can they know the joy of fish? If they are not fish, how can they know the suffering of fish? But like a fish in water, self-knowledge of warmth and coldness seems to say that happiness is not sought outside, but lies within oneself.
Waiting quietly, watching quietly, just longing for some kind of spiritual unity: "On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, we looked at each other speechless, and we already knew each other with a smile.