当现实折过来严丝合缝地贴在我们长期的梦想上时，它盖住了梦想，与它混为一体，如同两个同样的图形重叠起来，合而为一。

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

The only limit is your mind.

I'm not a giver, I'm a taker.

I've wanted one thing for my whole life - to be happy.

我坐在黑暗中。很难弄清楚什么更糟糕：里面的黑暗还是外面的黑暗？

暮春三月,穿上春天的衣服,约上五六人,带上六七个童子,在沂水边沐浴,在高坡上吹风,一路唱着歌而回

火药不仅是破坏的工具，它也能成为创造的媒介。