Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麽可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。
The future belongs to those who can adapt to change quickly.
The opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it is conformity.
To write is to create a world within a world.
我不让任何人定义我。我自己定义自己。
"Technique is important, but it should never overshadow the soul of the work."