The river is as quiet as usual, and the small wind wrinkles the river into very fine waves. The moonlight on the river is not like the golden light on the sea water, but the moon has fallen to the bottom of the river, as if the people on the fishing boat can reach out and take the moon to the boat.

I came late and had nothing to do. I sat and watched the red sky. The red light shone on my beloved, and I thought about her heart. Wherever she is, it's like a rainbow in the sky.

Freedom is never easy. It is not a posture or a gesture. Freedom is an eternal struggle to overcome gravity and fly upward. --Xiao Hong "Find a room of your own"