你作为一个意识生物的成长,将以你愿意接受的令人不舒服的对话的次数来衡量。
Bigness is no longer part of any urban tissue. It exists; at most, it coexists.
I don't want to be compared to anyone. I want to create my own path.
天下都变成了秋天的气象,一个房间难以维持春天的温暖。