《在北京五族共和合进会与西北协进会的演说》,1912年9月3日。
Writing is a way of making sense of the world.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
没有所谓的小词;每个词都承载着宇宙。
The best books are those that leave you changed.