This is the map that shows us where we're going. And this is the map that shows us where we've been. And it's never ever ugly.
逃亡时想起张俭的遭遇,强忍濒死等待杜根般的转机。
要理解我们是谁,我们必须首先理解我们来自哪里。
我慢慢地把水桶提到井栏上。我把它稳稳地放在那里。我的耳朵里还响着辘轳的歌声。依然还在晃荡的水面上,我看见太阳的影子在跳动。
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.