世界上充满了神奇的事物，耐心地等待着我们的智慧变得更加敏锐。

Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.

We are all made of star-stuff, and through physics, we seek to understand our origins.