Imagine an iron house without windows, absolutely indestructible, with many people fast asleep inside who will soon die of suffocation. But you know since they will die in their sleep, they will not feel the pain of death. Now if… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
The ability to forget the past enables people to free themselves gradually from the pain they once suffered; but it also often makes them… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Hope is a path on the mountainside. At first there is no path. But then there are people passing that way. And there is… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
It is in the nature of things that some people should be unlucky enough to get their heads chopped off. — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
The most painful thing in life is to wake up from a dream and find no way out. Dreamers are fortunate people. If no… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
I entreat fresh visions from the painters. Be lavish with your vermilion to portray the mountains in the spring. — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Though science has given us many marvels, it has also spoiled many of our pleasant dreams. — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Creation, even when it is a mere outpouring from the heart, wishes to find a public. By definition, creation is sociable. Yet it can… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
“With the weight of four thousand years of cannibalism bearing down upon me, even if I was once innocent how can I now face… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
True fighters dare face the sorrows of humanity, and look unflinchingly at bloodshed. What sorrow and joy are theirs! But the Creator's common device… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing - but as people walk this way again and again, a path… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
When a great man has become petrified, and everyone begins to proclaim his greatness, he has already turned into a puppet. — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Men who have not known the horror of death are not likely to be awed by it. — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
Like students going to school, the planes on their bombing missions fly over Beijing each morning. And each time I hear their engines attack… — Lu Xun Copy Share Image
