The language of poetry is the language of the heart, and it speaks to the heart in a way that no other language can.

我们都在阴沟里，但仍有人仰望星空。

Every material has its own memory and history.

Mathematics is a dialogue between the past and the present.

Every material has its own language. We need to listen to what it wants to be.

我不害怕跌倒，我害怕对跌倒的恐惧。