You go up in the meadow with respect to such sit quietly, from my a bit far place. I am looking at you with canthus, your what word also nevers mention it. The language is misapprehensive germ. But, everyday, you can sit a few nearlier from me...
你就这样静坐在草地上，离我稍远的地方。我用眼角瞅着你，你什么话也别说。语言是误会的根源。但是，每天，你可以坐得离我近一些……
小说让我们得以体验多重人生，透过不属于自己的眼睛看世界。
In business, if you're not moving forward, you're falling behind.
城市不只是一个场景，它是故事中的另一个角色。