算法是计算的诗歌。每个算法都有一个故事要讲述。
记着,希望是件好东西,没准儿是件最好的东西,而且从没有一样好东西会消逝!
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.