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我不是历史,我是谜。
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
一个好故事就像一面镜子,映照出我们灵魂的隐秘角落。
解释:日月的光辉照亮了大地,可它们的内部仍然有黑点,人们谨慎地看待自己憎恶的人,而祸患常常发生在溺爱的人身上。
有时最简单的旋律反而最有力量。