但我爱她,她可以褪色,可以萎谢,怎样都可以;但我只看她一眼,万般柔情,涌上心头。
为何一个人建了一堵墙,另一个人马上就想知道墙的另一边是什么?
A shortage is a sign that somebody is keeping the price artificially lower than it would be if supply and demand were allowed to operate freely.
没有什么比内心藏着一个未讲的故事更痛苦了。