We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
The poet is not separate from the world; the poet is of the world.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
I've never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed.
天有多高,地有多厚,通过实践才能得知。荀子强调实际行动,而非“坐而论道”。在自强不息的行动中,才能获得真知,发掘自己未知的潜能。
这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感觉到它的叹息。
Writing is a way of making sense of the world.