Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!

The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. We must protect her, for she is our life.

People believe in God because the world is very complicated and they think it is very unlikely that anything as complicated as a flying squirrel or the human eye or a brain could happen by chance.

写作就是重写。

半导体行业最怕的不是技术壁垒，而是自我设限。