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.
"Memory is a fragile thing—easily distorted, easily lost."
 “您90多岁了还坚持工作,您的动力来自哪里?您的初心是什么?”洛阳一群“90后”青年看望陈俊武时问道。