Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.
"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
花儿凋落随水流去,带着淡淡的红色,心中有无尽的闲愁,默默无言地埋怨着东风。
我们都是由我们所失去的和我们所获得的共同塑造的。
认为世界上只有一种真理,而自己恰好掌握了它,在我看来这是世界上一切邪恶的最深根源。