记忆是一个充满版本的档案，而不是绝对真理。

The writer must be a stranger in his own country.

We don't even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward.

诗人是一个把梯子搭到星星上并一边爬梯子一边拉小提琴的人。

你不会忘记那个是你最后希望的人的脸。