Writing is a way of reclaiming time.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。 And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， flutter and fall there with a sigh。

世界充满了奇迹，但当我们分享它们时，它们变得更加奇妙。

不用圆规和曲尺，就不能画出方形和圆形。比喻做事要遵循一定的法则。

事实上，我不知道我的想法从何而来。我所知道的是，当我不刻意去想它们时，它们就会出现。

La vida es como una canción, tiene sus altos y bajos, pero siempre hay belleza en ella.