April is the cruelest month. Lilac grows on the wasteland, which combines memory and desire, and makes the spring rain rush those slow roots and buds.

We should not stop exploring, but the end of all exploration will be the starting point of our departure, and we will know this starting point for the first time in our lifetime.

Remember those precious moments, life and death and change, pain and loneliness.

There is no way, unless you are brilliant.

If the meaning of tradition or "handed down from generation to generation" only blindly or meticulously follows the style of predecessors, then tradition is not desirable.

6. It would be too bad if people were born in the world and could not make others better off, but made themselves worse off.

7. What's the use of timing for those who can't take advantage of it? An unfertilized egg will be washed into waste by the tide of time.

8. What makes life a dream is the lack of motivation. Without goals, life is boring.

9. It will never rain with roses. When we want more roses, we must plant trees. Roses never fall from the sky. If you want more roses, you must plant them yourself.

10. The end of the exploration will be the starting point.

1 1. The new impression corrects the impression obtained from known objects.

12. Where is the knowledge we lost in the information? Where is our wisdom lost in knowledge?

13. Time and the late clock buried the day, and the dark clouds swept away the sun. Will sunflowers turn to us?

14. My beginning is my end. What may happen and what has happened all point to the end. The end will always be the sound of footsteps echoing in my present memory. Along the road we have never walked, towards the door we have never opened.

15. People who trust us are teaching us.

16. It smells like steak in winter night and freezes in the aisle. At six o'clock, the cigarette butts that smoked during the day burned, and now the showers suddenly wrapped the yellow leaves and the dirty pieces of the newspaper that were blown from the surrounding open space. The shower is beating, the blinds and chimney pipes are broken, and at the corner of the street, a lonely horse is steaming and clutching its hooves, and then the street lamp suddenly lights up.

17. That's how the world ended. Not a loud noise, but a sob.