心灵不是需要填满的容器，而是需要点燃的火种。

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.

I'm my own experiment. I'm my own work of art.

我不喜欢说太多，我更喜欢让我的球拍说话。