月映林塘淡,风含笑语凉。俯窥怜绿净,小立伫幽香。携幼寻新的,扶衰坐野航。延缘久未已,岁晚惜流光。
我们奋力前行,小舟逆水而上,不断地被浪潮推回到过去。
我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。
The true writer is one who writes because he has something to say, not because he wants to say something.
Writing is a way of speaking without being interrupted.
"A book is a conversation across time."
Sustainability is no longer an option; it's a necessity for survival.