译文：柔肠早已寸断，泪水止不住地流。为了相思，我再次登上小红楼。明知心上人已被群山阻隔，却还是不由自主地频频倚靠栏杆，望向他离去的方向。
Three things are necessary for the salvation of man: to know what he ought to believe； to know what he ought to desire； and to know what he ought to do.
写作就是呼吸，就是生活，就是超越时间界限的存在。
The concept of progress is inseparable from the concept of catastrophe.
人心容易偏离正道，道心微妙难明，只有精研专一，才能持守中道。
充塞天地的气是我的身体，统帅天地的理是我的本性。
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.