Some may want to shout on the street, but we should tolerate those who hide in their rooms and use literature to voice their opinions.

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

I have always been independent. I like it that way. When someone forces me to do something, I don't do it.

A sudden cloud formation of birds was swallowed up by the moon, and he was just as suddenly penned in by four walls-the demons' pen.

Possibly because I've lived so much of my life in difficult circumstances, I think I have a more profound understanding of life.

I think that China has many outstanding authors, and their great works should also be recognised by the world.

A writer writes what he knows, in ways that are natural to him.