写作不仅仅是讲述故事；它是倾听世界的声音。

天地之间，只有感应这一种关系而已，还有什么别的事呢？

The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.

I don’t like to be limited. I like to explore.