人永远无法到达家,但在友好的道路交汇处,整个世界会在某个时刻看起来像家。
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worst state, an intolerable one.