The act of writing is an act of resistance.
译文:这种无端的愁绪最让人痛苦!不要去倚靠那高高的栏杆,夕阳正缓缓沉落,烟雾笼罩的柳林让人见了肝肠寸断。
Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.