As Will Rogers would have said, "There is no such thing as a free variable."
A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
白云谦卑地站在天边，晨光给它披上壮丽的光彩。
你不能只是坐在那里等待别人给你那个黄金梦想，你必须走出去，自己去实现它。