花儿凋落随水流去,带着淡淡的红色,心中有无尽的闲愁,默默无言地埋怨着东风。
将社会正义的梦想变为现实并不容易,但也不是不可能的。
Neither power nor wealth, only the scepters of art endure.
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.