As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no en...
A painting is more than the sum of its parts. A cow by itself is just a cow. A meadow by itself is just grass, flowers. And the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light. But you put them all together and it can be magic. 一幅畫不是眾多物件【jiàn】簡單...
了不起的花輪君:
正一KL:
尉遲上九:
更深的白色:
不散:
袁褲頭兒:
interesting:
蹊默:
kuso: