钢琴对我来说就像一个老朋友。

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.

生命短暂，珍惜当下。  

我相信所有的写作都是一种抵抗的形式。