One may deem many things as equally important, yet is prone to dismissing all else as irrelevant once one particular thing is excluded. To define one such thing is to know what holds the greatest importance in one’s heart.
A wooden cart will stuck in mud, an armed chariot will pass through mud at ease - yet none will avoid being stained by it. While passing through is often unavoidable, deliberately staying in mud is to eventually make one merge into it.
Broken songs and scattered dances, lingering regrets on the banks of the Qingjiang River. Ten thousand trees, green and low, a courtyard adorned with fluttering red blossoms.
My eyes droop, my brows fade, unable to bear the passing of spring. The mirror flower knows my fading fragrance. Swallows return in pairs, surely understanding my loneliness.
Yuan replied, "My efforts to mend the sky have temporarily ceased. Not a speck of dust is allowed to fall into this painted hall. I send a message to the newly arrived pair of swallows: Move your nest elsewhere, seeking a carved beam." Zhang, startled, left.
Zhang, delighted, went to investigate. Upon arriving, he found her mending the ceiling. He greeted her immediately. Zhang inquired about her recent work.