· As one expressed by the poet: humans can not bear too much reality.
· Writer's mission is not to vent, not a complaint or revealed, he should be presented to the noble people. Talking about here is not the kind of pure noble beautiful, but after all things of transcendent understanding of good and evil alike, look at the world with eyes of compassion.
· I decided to write such a novel, this is "alive", written for people suffering affordability, the world optimism. Let me understand the process of writing, who is alive and living itself, rather than anything to live outside of the living.
· "Taiping" volume two hundred and seventy fourth tells a story created by time. Boy named Cui Hu qualification was very beautiful but lonely widowed together. Tomb Sweeping day a year, Cuihu alone came to the outskirts of the south, saw flowers and trees lush courtyard one, covering an acre, but if nobody silence. Cui Hu knock after a long time, there is a tender and beautiful girl looks looming in the door, a simple conversation, Cuihu to "look for spring alone, the desire to drink wine," the reason to enter the hospital, during Cuihu drinking water, with a reclining girl peach trees in full bloom, "demon posture obsequiousness, more than Cheuk Yan." Two four-phase project, the passage of time. When Cui Hu leave to leave, the girl to the door. After that day, Cui Hu struggled to live, always thinking of the girl's face. To the second year of the Qingming Day, Cuihu finally got up and went south again, he came to the courtyard outside the door, and the door to see the flowers look like last year's or hospital, but people go to the hospital empty, a big lock on the door seems cold and heartless. Cui Hu in sadness and sigh, the question in a poem on the door: Last year, this door today, Moment of truth. Faces of the people do not know where to go, Love and be loved.
· Life belongs to everyone about their feelings, opinions do not belong to any others.
· The day, my silks worn, shoulders flesh oozing blood. I am a man walked into the house, walk weeping, weeping walk. Think about it for a day to pick money tired man holds together, these ancestors earn the money I do not know how many people to death. By this time I do not know why Dad silver coins chosen, he wanted me to know that this truth, I know the money was to be thousands of hard to extremely difficult.