Those who understand the heart, sacrifice a life! Those who play with their hearts, depart early.

Those who understand the heart, take a life for it! Those who play with their hearts, depart early.

Clear words like feathers yearning to drift, the Forbidden City tolerates the lingering smoke of fireworks,A copper kettle reports the dawn; busy people steal a moment of leisure,Mountain cicadas sing, red blossoms in the palace garden. Fragrant smoke and red blossoms, the song of the nightingale fades,Just like a golden shuttle navigating a jade pond, no match for the present day's planting of a single hemp plant,Reaching this point, unlocking the profound principle, the former owner of the garden is lonely and quiet,Ancient West Lake, lonely in spring; from the south of the heavens, the damp sea breeze,Evening mist of Baicheng and Chancheng, chasing shadows from the Forbidden City,Deep autumn, sleepless, the first rays of dawn; traveling, idle and far,Lonely for a thousand years, never meeting; mirrors and flower baskets, boxes of gold, just like that,No one or cow surpasses the plow; light mist, sparse moonlight, plum blossoms in season,(Chicken Soup, Three Farms, Positive Energy, Beautiful Writing),Reflecting on life and our existence, savoring the myriad aspects of human experience,Welcome everyone to leave comments and feedback,Those who understand the heart, take a life for it! Take heart playing people, leave early.