"All lights turn into smoke, and daily necessities are another day. The world is not pure land, and each has its own hardships. It is also a sad guest in the world of mortals. " The artistic conception expressed in this poem is to surrender to life during the day and to the soul at night, which is a reality and a truth. A thousand lights turn into smoke, and daily necessities are another day.
Life is never perfect, everyone has his own shortcomings, difficulties, troubles and lifestyle! The most important thing is that we live in the present.
Life is too late, blink a day, blink a year, blink a lifetime. Cherish this moment, and everything will come as scheduled.
Don't live too complicated, sleep when you are tired, laugh when you are happy, and get better quietly without feeling inferior or showing off.
Everyone is sad sometimes, so everyone should find their own way out of the predicament. May you cross the mountains and rivers and still warm the sun.
There is no happiness, no unhappiness, as if it should not be like this, but it can only be like this, perhaps, growing up, walking on the edge of collapse, and slowly healing itself.
Everyone has the most difficult year in his life, and after that, life will become beautiful and broad. The south wall has been hit, the story has been forgotten, and the past is bright.
Life is dull, the heart will shine, the years will be dull, there will be wind when running, and there are many kinds of beauty in a dull life.