夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
What we need to do is to ensure that every Chinese person can drive a car produced by their own country.
世界充满了故事,每一个故事都是通向不同现实的窗口。
Writing is an act of courage—you have to be willing to fail.