中亚的游牧民族像风一样自由,除了地平线,没有任何墙壁能束缚他们。
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
The work of art is already within the block of marble. I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.
I'm a risk-taker, I like to challenge myself.