Through hardship and toil, one learns to comfort oneself

In hardship and toil, one learns to comfort oneself,Remaining sand boats on the Yishi River, the sound of music stirs the spring in Fengcheng,Flowing springs open the double gates, and the purple robe sits in the courtyard,Taking a family is like borrowing a boat on the Dongting Lake. Then, I mistakenly dropped a plum blossom in the garden,Five mountains, (luān hè - cranes and peacocks), have cold bones and hair; near, dark clouds smell of fragrance,After the plum rain, my ears have been drooping for a long time; I make a sharp sword and blood-stained blade,High buildings evoke ancient sorrow, singing sad songs; countless trees and trees, only cicadas chirp,The boat turns, the Xiaoshang River stretches for ten thousand miles; the east wind blows, the sound of (lú - watchtower) is distant,I pity your appearance as if you were a god; in the northwest, your jade fortune is vast,Empty courtyard, new rain, moss and green; the plum blossoms are annoyed by your many affections,I know you are heading towards the mountains and winds and snow; two times wind and rain, avoid injury and destruction,Moved to weep and gather old friends; the goose calls are chaotic under the moon in the mountains,(Chicken soup, three farms, positive energy, beautiful writing),Reflect on our lives, savor the myriad aspects of life,Welcome everyone to leave a message and comment,In hardship and toil, one learns to comfort oneself