To feed the world, we must first respect the natural cycles that make farming possible.
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
We are all made of stories, and those stories are constantly being rewritten.
音乐是我的灵魂,没有它我什么都不是。
《诗经》三百篇,其内容可以用一句话概括:“思想纯正,没有邪恶。”