Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.The seagulls fly off,the waves roll away and we depart.
我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
人类进化的故事远未结束。
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
只有到了气候寒冷的时候，才能了解松柏傲霜独立的品格。