One is the happiest thing is that somebody loves you.When you are at my time， I absent-minded，When I come to you， when you have gone.We are always in a meeting to miss， losing a lot of.However， I want to say this is because we are still young.No， perhaps this is our life.From then on， I always looked back the road.
Architecture is surely not the design of space, certainly not the massing or organizing of volumes. These are the means, not the end. The end is the complete and total work of art.
The jaws of power are always open to devour, and her arm is always stretched out, if possible, to destroy the freedom of thinking, speaking, and writing.
