蓬草长在麻地里,不用扶持也能挺立住;白沙混进了黑土里,就会变得和土一样黑。
Love is the poetry of the senses.
A person may cause evil to others not only by his actions but by his inaction, and in either case, he is justly accountable to them for the injury.
我不想被拿来和任何人比较。我想创造自己的道路。