路
钱锺书 《围城》：“时间已经遗忘了这条路途。”
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don't like myself.
My motto has always been: A career open to all talents, without distinctions of birth.
That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road, and when I got there, I thought maybe I'd run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I'd just run across Greenbow County. Now, I figured since I'd run this far, maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. And that's what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. No particular reason. I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured since I'd gone this far, might as well turn around, just keep on going. And when I got to another ocean, I figured since I'd gone this far... I might as well just turn back and keep right on going. When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go... you know... I went.
When I retire, I want to look back the way I walked past, every day, I have paid my all.
Bowed their heads and not give up, it is to see his own way; Please not proud, is to see their own sky.