Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
The only limits that exist are the ones you place on yourself.
写作是一种抵抗,是保持一个民族的记忆和身份存活的方式。
End of the road, time to let go
I don't have time to hate people who hate me because I'm too busy loving people who love me.