Life is short and unpredictable. We are so "small" and insignificant, comparing to the universe. Our life is just a flock of geese who left their footprints on the soil. When it rains, the prints disappear without trace.
《和子由澠池懷舊》Remembrance by Su Shi 宋 ‧ 蘇軾
人生到處知何似？ To what extent can our lives on earth be likened?
應似飛鴻踏雪泥。 Like a flock of geese,
泥上偶然留指爪， alighting on the white snow.
鴻飛那復計東西。 Leaving a trace of their footprints.
老僧已死成新塔， The old monk buried and a pagoda was erected,
壞壁無由見舊題。 The old verse was seen on the ruined wall.
往日崎嶇還記否， Remember the old uneven roads?
路長人困蹇驢嘶。 It's long and tiresome for travelers.
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