Nothing runs like a Deere.
死亡很可能是唯一的、最好的生命创造。它是生命的促变者。它送走老一代,给新一代开出道路。
自然从不陷入单纯的重复,每个个体都是新的变体。
The poem is a canvas upon which the mind can paint.
The silence between brushstrokes holds more truth than the painting itself.