麦田低语着过去的故事,但风却将它们与进步的尘埃一同吹散。
The only real dance is the dance of the soul.
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。
The future of computing lies in specialized architectures.
The pursuit of knowledge is more valuable than the knowledge itself.