The act of writing is an act of rebellion against oblivion.
True art comes from inner sincerity.
创新不是口号,而是融入血液的基因。
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.