夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
我想尽可能站在边缘而不掉下去。在边缘上,你能看到从中心看不到的各种东西。
Architecture is a dialogue between the past and the future.
To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.