心若是牢笼,处处为牢笼,自由不在外面,而在于内心。
The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
一本伟大的传记是一种朝圣,走在别人的足迹中,同时试图理解他们的灵魂。