The streets were dark with something more than night.

她不仅仅是我的妈妈，她还是她自己。

我不是政客，不是传教士，我只是个载体。

山上有玉那么那山上的草木都很润泽，水里有宝珠连河岸也不那么干枯。只要自身修养足够好，光芒总是遮掩不住的。有时候觉得自己做得很好了，可还是没人理解，因觉得“埋没”了自己而委屈不平。其实是自己做得还不到位，还需再接再厉，善行积累多了，自然就会得到认可。

Less is more.

To write is to try to know what we would write if we wrote.

I’ve learned to embrace my flaws, because they make me who I am.