I don't think limits.

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。

We must remember that this is a very small star and probably some of the larger and the more important stars and may be very virtual and happy.

The sky’s the limit, right?

电影是一面镜子，通过它我们经常看到自己。

The existing is already a resource.

糟糕的画家总是欣赏彼此的作品。