But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
书是一颗只在别人胸膛里跳动的心。
The poet is someone who pays attention to the world.
过去是幽灵,未来是梦,现在只是转瞬即逝的瞬间。
权力在黑暗中保持强大;一旦暴露在阳光下,它就开始蒸发。