Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。 And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， flutter and fall there with a sigh。
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麼可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。
心有成见，就好像用水浇石头，水一点都进不去；对事理不能领悟，则拘泥而不变通，一点都转动不得。
I don't think about genres. I think about stories.
Democracy is a device that ensures we shall be governed no better than we deserve.
在森林的静谧中，人们发现了道的运动。
水从高处流下来，势头非常急促
恐惧不会让你崩溃，它会让你清醒。
