If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
I adore art. when I am alone with my notes, my heart pounds and the tears stream from my eyes, and my emotion and my joys are too much to bear.
译文:年年岁岁繁花依旧,岁岁年年看花之人却不相同。赏析:时光流逝,物是人非。花有重开时,人无再少年。