Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings.
思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Writing is a way of being in the world, a way of understanding it.
The metal packaging industry has an obligation to pioneer circular economy solutions.
The novel is a mirror walking down the road.
最伟大的旅程是那些在不知不觉中改变我们的旅程。
The house,the stars,the desert,what givethem their beauty is something that is invisible.