No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.

花开时不能一同欣赏，花落时也无法一同悲伤。

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.

音乐是灵魂的语言。

啊，过一种感受而非思考的生活吧！