我听说楚地有一只神龟,已死三千年了,楚王用布包好,再用竹编把它装着,藏在庙堂之上。这龟,宁愿死了尊贵地保留着骸骨呢,还是宁愿活着在泥水中摇曳着尾巴?
The language of poetry is the language of the heart, and it speaks to the heart in a way that no other language can.
我训练,我专注,我准备,然后我相信我的训练。
"Exile is not just a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room."