Mountains and waters speak without words. The green hills are a painting without ink; flowing streams make music without strings. True wisdom lies not in escaping the world, but in carrying a tranquil heart within it.
When you open a window to face the clouds, every scene becomes art. When you stand by the rail and gaze afar, every household fire stirs your compassion. Read not for quantity, but to grasp the moonlight of understanding. Seek not many friends, but one who meets you like a clear breeze.
Cultivate virtue through generosity; find blessing in simplicity. In a noisy world, stillness is strength. Do not chase after fleeting glamour—return instead to the richness within. Mountains and rivers know no past or present; fresh breezes come and go freely.
May we all keep a calm heart amid worldly affairs. Watch flowers by the water, let your mind be free. Read and write, and let your spirit wander. In this way, every day becomes a season of grace.