April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
四月是最残忍的月份，从死去的土地里培育出丁香，把回忆和欲望混合，又用春雨搅动迟钝的根芽。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.
"Every book should be a conversation between the author and the reader."
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.
