I write to explore the boundaries of language and experience.
我就是真相,别因为我太完美而恨我。
Beauty is the only thing that can save us, but it is also the most fragile.
译文:古庙里黄叶堆积,寒雨萧瑟;青山上的荒坟笼罩着白云。为什么自从离开朱仙镇,就再也没听到岳飞将军胜利的消息?