Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
富贵不能使我的思想迷乱,贫贱不能使我改变志向,威武不能使我节操屈服,这样的人才称得上大丈夫。
人必须生活,人必须创造,人必须活到流泪的那一刻。