I write to understand, to grasp the reality that escapes me.
我慢慢地把水桶提到井栏上。我把它稳稳地放在那里。我的耳朵里还响着辘轳的歌声。依然还在晃荡的水面上,我看见太阳的影子在跳动。
我百分之百的付出,比起整个团队的1%来说,微不足道。
Silence is not always absence; sometimes it is the loudest presence.