Who sheds the sweat of passion, heading towards the other shore of dreams?
Who lingers, captivated by the roses along the way, leaving behind only fleeting joy?
— Prologue
With youthful dreams in our hearts, along the path of life, should we set off without regret, to pluck the stars from the night sky? To draw water from the Jade Pool?
Perhaps the joys and sorrows of tomorrow are not predetermined today, but when our eyes are filled with tears, they are surely the lingering regrets of the past.
We can only choose to move forward, illuminating our long journey, realizing our century-old aspirations, exploring the true meaning of life, and blossoming the significance of existence.
Thus, we dance, we anticipate, we call out;
we go when it's time to go, letting the wind chimes of the seasons ring out the songs of joy in the world;
we go when it's time to go, letting our pure hearts envision the splendor of a future as thin as a cicada's wing;
we go when it's time to go, striving to showcase the beauty of a life as fleeting as a summer flower in our pursuit;
we go when it's time to go,
"The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will search high and low." We walk this path with righteous indignation, remaining awake and clear-headed in the world.
"There will be times when the wind and waves will be strong, and I will set sail to cross the vast ocean." This journey has been
one of grace and composure, steadfastness and optimism. A broad and unbroken path has been forged, a path of unparalleled beauty. Whether amidst the chaos of the world or the thorns of life, there is no need to return to the ends of the
earth. A magnificent and inspiring path has been traversed, a path of profound historical significance. Whether in the face of harsh winds and torrential rains or endless snowstorms, one can wander alone across the vast land.
Walking and stopping are two states of life. If there is a road, walk; if there is no road, stop.
Stopping is to find another vibrant path; stopping
is to reflect on the long journey traveled;
stopping is to walk better.
Stopping is temporary; we cannot spend our entire lives struggling and unable to move forward, nor can we stagnate due to momentary laziness. Stopping is beautiful; tranquility is filled with motivation.
The true meaning of walking and stopping in life is valuable, not merely reckless rushing and passive decline.
Walking should be as vibrant as summer flowers;
stopping should be as serene as autumn leaves.
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