Seeing comes before words. The child looks and recognizes before it can speak.

You have to keep thinking about what you can do to make the world a better place.

I dream that my son will grow up to be a good person, a free person. I dream that someday you will return to revisit the land of our childhood. I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets again...and kites will fly in the skies!

在诗歌的花园里，每一朵花都是一个词，每一个词都是一朵花。