幸福不是现成的东西。它来自于你自己的行动。
过去是幽灵,未来是梦,现在只是转瞬即逝的瞬间。
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
The beauty of poetry: that it says what cannot be said.
想走得快,就独自前行;想走得远,就结伴同行。