Seeing comes before words. The child looks and recognizes before it can speak.
历史是一场我试图从中醒来的噩梦。
Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air.
The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known.
以荼蘼花谢暗喻春光将尽,流露惜春之情