Literature is the reflection of poplars in a lake, conveying a reality apart from the poplars themselves. Philosophy consists of questions posed from a garden maze while looking skyward on a starry night. History is a rose blooming in the desert, behind which is a long story, with many twists and turns.
文學，是白楊樹的湖中倒影，映照出感官現實外的另一種真實；哲學，是迷宮中望見星空，發出追索的天問；史學，則宛如沙漠玫瑰的開放，背後有著千絲萬縷的輾轉曲折。