The act of writing is an act of resistance.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
The family is the basic unit of society, and it is under attack.
The concept of progress must be grounded in the idea of catastrophe.