以荼蘼花谢暗喻春光将尽,流露惜春之情
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false.
In editing, less is often more.
没有一个世纪,也没有一个国家曾经缺少过这样的专家,他们能够知道神祇的心思,而且也愿意表示出来。