世界上充满了故事,但所有的故事都是一个。
I survived because I kept my imagination alive.
The best writing leaves room for the reader to find their own meaning.
The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the countenance.
云朵飘飘,萦绕着我的车轮;疾风飒飒,吹掠着我的车旗。缤纷连绵,昏昏暗暗又朦胧,倏忽之间,惚惚回到了故乡。
"Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides."