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Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
The only thing that matters is the work itself.
最好的想法往往来自最意想不到的地方。
我对风格的概念不感兴趣。我对艺术可以是什么感兴趣。