The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

True happiness comes from love for oneself and others.

The heart that loves， lives.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.

我不完美，但我每天都在努力。

画布是色彩为生存而战的战场。