Poetry is the echo of the invisible in the visible.
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
所有的事物都是因缘而生，当因缘消失时，事物也随之消失。
喜欢说话而又不恰当，不如少说话为好。博学多识但不知道反省自己，一定会出问题。孔子说“言寡尤，行寡悔，禄在其中矣” ，言语上减少过失，行为上减少悔恨，多反省自己，慎言慎行，成功就不会远了。