If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."

能源转型不是是否会发生的问题，而是如何以及何时发生的问题。

对一个人而言看似善良的事物，对另一个人可能看似邪恶，反之亦然。