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.
也许每一个男子全都有过这样的两个女人，至少两个。娶了红玫瑰，久而久之，红的变了墙上的一抹蚊子血，白的还是"床前明月光"；娶了白玫瑰，白的便是衣服上沾的一粒饭黏子，红的却是心口上一颗朱砂痣。
"All the other children at my school are stupid. Except I’m not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are."
绘画是我的梦想，电报则是我的噩梦。
适应变化而非抗拒变化，才能建立韧性。
心灵就是一切。你想什么，就会成为什么。
