于是我们继续奋力向前，逆水行舟，被不断地向后推，直至回到往昔岁月。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
时间并不存在。对于河水来说，只有当下。没有过去，没有未来。
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
类比城市是一个类似于另一个城市的城市。
I'm not a universe, I'm a multiverse.
"We are not seven with you. We are one."
一部好小说应该像一颗炸弹，在读者脑海中爆炸并留下持久的影响。