Poetry is the art of saying the unsayable.

When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."

In a flash, all of the past away from you, the rest of the only memories.

屋顶上的天空，如此蔚蓝，如此宁静！

能源转型不会一夜之间发生，但每一步都很重要。

追随你的热情，成功就会追随你。