Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.
“谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢？““那是我自己，在身背后大跨步走着。”
A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction.
The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.
我们总是在寻找分析数据的新方法。
The permanence of certain urban artifacts gives them the quality of monuments.
