The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
醉中插花,花莫笑我,可怜春天也像人一样即将老去
The dead are always listening. The dead are always watching.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.