"Writing is a way of making sense of the world, of finding your place in it."
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
即使跌倒100次,我也会第101次站起来。
当你停止试图成为别人时,就是你成为自己的时刻。
如果让鼻子挡住了,该怎么做俯卧撑呢?
背叛的那一刻是最糟糕的,当你毫无疑问地知道自己被背叛的那一刻:那一刻你宁愿死去。