我的心快要从未修剪的胸膛跳出来。
暮春三月,穿上春天的衣服,约上五六人,带上六七个童子,在沂水边沐浴,在高坡上吹风,一路唱着歌而回
The more you give, the more you get.
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark；the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
自由是创造力的氧气；没有它，艺术就会窒息。
没有对人类的热爱，英雄是什么？