I'm not perfect but I'm always me.

The love of a teacher is like drops of dew, which can revive even a withered soul; the love of a teacher is like a warm spring breeze, which can melt even frozen emotions.

The cloud is not a place, it's a way of doing business.

Words are traps, we step into them without knowing.

我愿创作到呼吸停止的最后一刻。