"Words have the power to heal and to destroy."
一个瞬间被吸走并扭曲,往往甚至在它诞生之时。
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。
创作行为并不纯粹。历史证明了这一点。社会学提取了它。作家失去了伊甸园,写作是为了被阅读,并最终意识到他不对任何人负责。
家庭和谐,事业才能顺利。