诗人是一只夜莺，坐在黑暗中用甜美的声音歌唱来鼓舞自己的孤独。
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.
能竭忠尽孝，才能称为人。治国安邦称为学问。能平定叛乱称为人才，编织天地事物称为文章。心胸光明坦荡称为风度。万物与我一体称为仁心。