The words we use to describe the world are the world.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths！
The beauty of music lies in its ability to evoke emotions without saying a word.
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.