A family that does good deeds will surely have surplus blessings. Leave behind blessings, leave behind blessings, and suddenly meet a benefactor; fortunate is the mother, fortunate is the mother, who has accumulated hidden merits. I urge people in life to aid the distressed and support the poor... But who knows, in this world, one inherits the surplus blessings of the past, yet ultimately must make their own choices on the path of life. This is what is meant by the branching of the fork:

The east wind brings clouds and rain, young vines sprout new buds.

Urgent as the beating of a furrowed drum, washing away all fluff and splendor.

Wait for the morning sun to arrive, greening the trellises in the courtyard.

And look forward to the time of yellow leaves, to pick a few melons.

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In today's world, everything may be pierced through, but flattery alone remains unassailable. Because the story takes place in the Qing Kingdom, and that patient was extravagantly granted an extra slice of life, it is thus named: "Joy of Life" — a name with a strong rustic flavor.