教师的爱是滴滴甘露，即使枯萎的心灵也能苏醒；教师的爱是融融春风，即使冰冻了的感情也会消融。
The love of a teacher is like drops of dew, which can revive even a withered soul; the love of a teacher is like a warm spring breeze, which can melt even frozen emotions.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
I don’t let the past define me, I let it refine me.
"A writer's duty is to tell the truth, even when it is uncomfortable or inconvenient."
The past is a map, showing us where we have been.