我曾以为，世界很美

天很蓝，万里无云，就一片蓝色，很纯澈很干净，只是看久了也没什么意思，她歪头看鹿鹿，他还是那么认真，甚至在笑，笑得很天真也很......干净。

楚辞

思灵泽兮一膏沐，怀兰英兮把琼若，待天明兮立踯躅。

致岁月迢迢

“我越过十二万公里，越过昼夜与星辰，越过硝烟与战火，你在哪里，我去见你。”

羞耻

The air there is full of unasked questions. But their smell is faint, and the flowers in the many maturing gardens, the trees lining the avenues, the perfumes worn by the beautiful soignee ladies of the neighbourhood quite overpower this other, too-abstract odour.You can get anywhere in Pakistan if you know people, even into jail.Shame is like everything else; live with it for long enough and it becomes part of the furniture.Shame: a short word, but one containing encyclopaedias of nuance. It was not only shame that his mothers forbade him to feel, but also embarrassment, discomfiture, decency, modesty, shyness, the sense of having an ordained place in the world, and other dialects of emotion for which English has no counterparts.