森林的真正价值永远不能仅用板材英尺来衡量。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The blank canvas is not empty—it's full of possibilities waiting to be realized.
I'm the kinda guy that's mental.