The past is not a single story but a chorus of voices.
Come,my friends,Tis not too late to seek a newer world,For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset,And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,That which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。
The novel is a form of exploration, a way of understanding the world and our place in it.
The best buildings are those that tell a story.
森林的真正价值不能仅用板英尺来衡量。