这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感觉到它的叹息。
The kitchen is the heart of the home, and baking is its soul.
Life is like music。It must be composed by ear,feeling and instinct,not by rule.
我已经学会通过限制欲望来寻求幸福,而不是试图满足它们。
"A novel is a long piece of prose with something wrong with it."