a bright sun darkens, a full moon wanes, a full cup overflows, and decay follows prosperity

Don’t swallow a scythe if your stomach isn’t curved

Strong winds eventually cease, unhappy families return to peace

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

Am I drunk?" he asked Crewcut.
"You're not drunk, Boss," Crewcut replied. "How could a superior individual like you be drunk? People around here who get drunk are the dregs of society, illiterates, uncouth people. Highbrow folks, those of the 'spring snow,' cannot get drunk. You're a highbrow, therefore you cannot be drunk.

I heard so many stories from Gaomi's peasants that I had an irrepressible urge to write them down. Today, Gaomi's peasants know that they have become famous around the world through my writings, but I think they are a little puzzled by this.