写作很简单:你只需要坐在那里盯着一张白纸,直到额头上冒出鲜血。
El tiempo es un río que me arrebata, pero yo soy el río.
技术必须以人为本,否则毫无意义。
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
有权势的天子,也未必尊贵;穷苦的平民,也未必低贱。贵贱的分别,在于行为的美恶。