Come,my friends,Tis not too late to seek a newer world,For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset，And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,That which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。

小说是作家和读者之间跨越时间和空间的对话。

To write is to resist the erosion of time, to fight against oblivion.

Great teams are built on trust, respect, and shared goals.