The little flower lies in the dust。 It sought the path of the butterfly。
小花睡在尘土里，它寻求蝴蝶走的路。
Language is not just a tool for communication; it is a way of seeing the world.
The stock market is the only market where things go on sale and everyone runs out of the store.
Those who do not have power over the story that dominates their lives, the power to retell it, rethink it, deconstruct it, joke about it, and change it as they change, truly are powerless, because they cannot think new thoughts.
Life is too short to worry about what other people think.
We live in a world of shadows, and we ourselves are shadows.
——署名公告〈关于实行党纪的命令〉，提醒党员遵守党纪，1924年3月18日