The greatest pride in life is to realize your childhood dream as an adult.

All wandering lives dream of peace, childhood, and azaleas, just as all peaceful lives dream of vodka, bands, and drunkenness.

The old man is still ambitious, but his ambition is to reach a thousand miles; the martyr is still ambitious in his old age.

A soldier who does not want to be a marshal is not a good soldier.

The blue sky is like the heart of childhood, as clear as day. Birds are flying. I fell asleep with hope on my pillow, and the curvature of the corner of my mouth was the direction of the dream. I recorded this extremely erratic color with my heart, because this is the only place that is not polluted by the turbidity of reality. There was not a trace left in that patch of sky. The birds had flown away, leaving only their pretty smiles.

The paper airplane of my childhood has finally flown back into my hands

What you dreamed of when you were dying of childhood finally comes true in middle age. This is success. Others are due to loss of control.

A person always has to walk a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you have tried so hard to forget are really gone. So forgotten.