English Version
The moon we see today once shone on ancients, yet they never knew this night. Time flows like water—brief and fleeting. A man picking nothing in a melon field may still be accused of theft; rumors repeated often become truth. In power, deceit and collusion thrive; the virtuous yield to the cunning. Friends meet but leave without a toast—even the peach blossoms would mock such coldness. Kindness given freely is worth more than empty prayers. If wealth were gained through fraud, the honest would starve. Noble friendships are chosen with care; shallow ones form in haste. Water flows downstream without intent, clouds drift from peaks without design. Without climbing high, who would believe the sea is deep? Life is short—let goodness and wisdom guide your path.