竞争是一种顽强的野草,而非娇嫩的花朵。
希望是长着羽毛的东西,栖息在灵魂里。
We are all translators of our own experiences, trying to make sense of the world in our own language.
失去一个父母可以看成是一种不幸;失去双亲看上去就像是一种粗心了。