Be sincere with others; be tolerant when misunderstood.
The wind wanders silently, like a poem of tranquility; the mist dissipates faintly, like clouds, elegant and free. The heart, melancholy and silent, blooms like a flower, and then fades like a flower. Things, though good, are hard to enter the heart; the scenery, though beautiful, cannot stir the heart; the road, though distant, can clarify, enlighten, and permeate! Pick a leaf, wait for dew to enter the tea cup, and make Zen tea with a hint of flavor, sit alone in a corner, savor nature, savor time, and savor life.
The hustle and bustle of the world, mutual forgiveness and tolerance, portraying all the joys and sorrows of this world. Looking at the vicissitudes of the world, one event or another has no fixed number. Facing everything, let it go, don't get involved, be calm and composed, like clouds gathering and dispersing. Every day, every moment, is an end, and also a beginning.
People actually don't need too many things, as long as they live healthily, love sincerely, it's also a worthwhile thing. Be happy, after all, no one can escape from this world to live.
Treat others with sincerity; be tolerant when misunderstood. Take worldly matters lightly; view human relationships lightly; look at gains and losses lightly; and view success and failure broadly. Don't compare yourself to others, don't dwell on yourself, focus on being a person, focus on doing things, walk steadily and naturally. Being a person is like drinking wine, being half drunk and half awake is the most appropriate; doing things is like holding a pen, half loose and half tight is the most natural.
