写作就是呼吸,就是生活,就是存在。
The only limits that exist are the ones you place on yourself.
I'm not a product of my environment. My environment is a product of me.
我更喜欢冬天和秋天,那时你能感受到风景的骨架——它的孤独,冬天的死寂。有些东西在下面等待着,整个故事并未完全展现。