释义:种植荆棘会得到刺,种植桃李会得到阴凉。
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print.
The human soul is a fragile thing.
我总是在寻找新的挑战,新的方式来推动自己的创造力。
"写作是一种孤独的职业,但孤独是作家的朋友。"