The soul of the garden shelters the solitude of man.

Mathematics is a language that allows us to describe the indescribable.

写作就是重写。

仅仅那山学会下一而是不够的，种大需里当上如有阳光、自由，和一点花的芬芳。

唯一的罪过是平庸。

In the attosecond world, time is not a river but a series of snapshots waiting to be captured.

站在风口上，猪都能飞起来。