The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
释义:春天有百花盛开,秋天有明月高悬,夏天有凉风习习,冬天有雪花飘飘。如果心中没有烦恼和杂念,那么每一个季节都是美好的时光。
建筑是一种语言。当你非常擅长时,你可以成为诗人。
The only way to be truly modern is to be postmodern.