我抚摸着我胸骨上的一块刺痛,那就是她披着秀发的头曾有一两次靠在我的心房的地方。
The house,the stars,the desert,what givethem their beauty is something that is invisible.
最好的小说是那些让你在世界上感到不那么孤独的小说。
The only constant in agriculture is change—embrace it.
Memory is a kind of accomplishment, a sort of renewal even.