谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢?那是我自己,在身背后大跨步走着。
不要说不会消魂,西风卷起帘子,人比黄花还要消瘦。
A writer is selected by his subject—his subject being the consciousness of his own era.
奥林匹克运动会是四年一度的人类的春天的庆祝活动。