The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
诗人是一只夜莺，坐在黑暗中用甜美的声音歌唱来鼓舞自己的孤独。
书是一份永远不会失去价值的宝藏。
你以为早上醒来昨天就不算数了。但昨天才是真正算数的。