Life has two sighs: one sighs for finding a confidant difficult, and the second sighs for the world's impermanence.

We understand that we will encounter many people and experience many things in this life, but there is one thing we don't want to touch, that is——impermanence.

Writer Tian Wei once wrote in 'Flower Field Half an Acre':

Regret is common, loneliness is common, it's born to taste bitterness, it's born to witness the impermanence and changes.

Life is accidental, the world is impermanent, may you always smile and see it.

Life is like four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Although the four seasons can cycle, life will not come back, only a grain of spring sown can yield thousands of ears of rice in autumn.

Within this fixed, constant world, life is more about impermanence.

As Mr. Tan Fang said:

Spring buds sprout, summer lotus flowers float, autumn trees are blown by the wind, winter grasses transform.

Four characters form a single character, no less than half a point.

Summer goes, winter comes, killing all the old and young! —'Four Seasons Song'

I once thought that there would be tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there would be after tomorrow, but sometimes I miss it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish every minute of life, every person.

Yu Guangzhong said in 'Memory is like railway tracks': 'It seems that life is impermanent, but it is also the constant of life.'

Whether it's constant or impermanent, the most important thing is how you accept it.

Regarding this, Yang Xin was very relieved:

The Yellow River flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes.

Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Take advantage of now, make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every moment, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.

'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.

Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.

A pot of turbid wine is glad to meet, and a flower is new.

Countless things of the past and present, all turned into idle talk.'Four Seasons Song'

I thought I had tomorrow after today, after tomorrow there was after tomorrow, but sometimes I missed it, and it's a lifetime.Make a concerted effort to make the most of the remaining days, cherish life's every minute, every person.

The river flows east and then disappears, waves wash away heroes. Wrong and right, success and failure, turning back to emptiness. Evergreen trees remain, how many red suns?

White-haired fishermen and old men sit on the riverbank, often watching the autumn moon and spring wind.