The poem is a way of living in the world, not just observing it.

The city's poor are like the roots of a tree: unseen, but essential to its survival.

Never let anyone dull your sparkle.

在私利面前能够想到道义，遇到危难能够挺身而出，虽然长期生活在贫困之中，也没有忘记平生的诺言，这样就可以说是一个十全十美的人了。

I don’t count the hours I practice, I make the hours count.

过去从未死去，它甚至不是过去。