译文:花开花落已两载,看着盛开的花,想到两年未曾回家,就不免伤心落泪。小船还系在岸边,虽然我不能东归,飘零在外的我,心却长系故园。
My work is like a diary. It records my feelings and thoughts.
When one door is closed, don't you know, another is open.
Literature is the voice of the human soul.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.