岁月本长, 而忙者自促, 天地本宽, 而卑者自隘, 风花雪月本闲, 而劳者自冗.
The confines of the world are created by us.
Long are the months and years,
Yet busy people hasten them forward.
Vast are heaven and earth,
Yet vulgar people narrow their confines.
Leisurely are the breeze, the flowers, the snow, and the moon,
Yet toilers see them as superfluous.
If your mind is full of material desires, your spirit becomes a slave to the body. It seems ridiculous to say that the goal of life is to achieve fame and fortune.