Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.
I don’t know how tall I am or how much I weigh. Because I don’t care.
The writer’s job is to write with rigor, with honesty, to the very end of his strength.
成功是一段旅程,而不是目的地。