La verdadera literatura trasciende el tiempo y el espacio.
译文:柔肠早已寸断,泪水止不住地流。为了相思,我再次登上小红楼。明知心上人已被群山阻隔,却还是不由自主地频频倚靠栏杆,望向他离去的方向。
真相并不总是美丽的,美丽的话语也不一定是真相。
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.