The writer must be a defender of the individual against the collective.
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。
I think the best work comes out of a place of truth.