后来时间都与你有关

时间把你和我变成我们，因为有你，所以步履不停

南风知我意

黄昏醉，晚风轻，君住我心头再相逢，物是人已非西洲心中有谁住？惹我忧心到日暮此情与谁诉人间最美四季景 慕尔如晨星春花夏风秋月 冬日初雪最想抵达是你心 与君共醉不复醒 南风知我意吹梦到西洲

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.

一只狼在放哨

对某些人来说山顶是一个用来征服的地方。对那座山来说它是下雪的地方。