春花秋月何时了
往事知多少。
小楼昨夜又东风
故国不堪回首明月中。
雕栏玉砌应犹在
只是朱颜改。
问君能有几多愁
恰似一江春水向东流。
愁啊 。感觉怪怪的。也不知我何时是感觉正常的啦说实在。
真的讨厌 studio 啊。 那迫切感……一踏进去就想回家。将来,谁有兴致背包打工旅行,谁向往逍遥的飘泊,千万请想起我。
最近满脑子都是大马。瞧我多爱国。 还跑去看 Petronas Ad。瞧我多想回家。
(加句: 宋体真不好看)
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
“He who wishes to be rich in a day will be hanged in a year”
I almost forget that he invented the scissors.
*worship*
"Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change." In later years..."I feel coming on a strange disease -- humility."
"Youth is a quality, not a matter of circumstances."
“To express is to drive.
And when you want to give something presence,
you have to consult nature.
And there is where Design comes in.
And if you think of Brick, for instance,
and you say to Brick,
"What do you want Brick?"
And Brick says to you
"I like an Arch."
And if you say to Brick
"Look, arches are expensive,
and I can use a concrete lentil over you.
What do you think of that?"
"Brick?"
Brick says:
"... I like an Arch”
