当你有一个好收成时，农民高兴，他的妻子高兴，孩子们高兴，动物们高兴，土地也高兴。
One of my most productive days was throwing away 1000 lines of code.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing,
你妻子喘不过气是因为我。
过去是跟随你进入未来的影子。