其实地上本没有路，走的人多了，也便成了路。

原文英文

One must dare to face reality squarely; only then can one dare to think, speak, act, and take responsibility.

If the dead are not buried in the hearts of the living, they are truly gone.

Some Chinese scholars and gentry love to fabricate stories out of nothing, grafting and splicing events. They not only eulogize lives but also whitewash darkness.

Empty talk lasts neither long nor well; it is always exposed for what it is by the mirror of facts, dragging its tail away.

Failing to keep one's word is a major flaw among Chinese people.

Where is the genius? I simply use the time others spend drinking coffee for work.

Watching sports events often makes me think: the winners are certainly admirable, but those competitors who, despite falling behind, refuse to stop until the finish line, and the spectators who respect them without laughter, are precisely the backbone of China's future.

In fact, there is no road on the ground at first; when many people walk it, a path is formed.

Only the national soul is precious; only by elevating it can China achieve true progress.

When I remain silent, I feel full; when I open my mouth, I simultaneously feel empty.

Mere talking is insufficient; what matters is action.

Hope is neither truly existent nor non-existent, much like roads on the ground. In reality, there are no roads on the ground initially, but when many people walk them, they become paths.

If you seek safety, you lose freedom; if you seek freedom, you must endure some danger. These are the only two paths.

寄意寒星荃不察，我以我血荐轩辕。

Genius is not a monster growing wild in deep forests or desolate wilderness. It is produced and nurtured by the people who provide the soil for genius to grow. Without such a people, there is no genius.