Have you ever seat in an infinity of wasteland alone, a “the spirit of the laws” in hands, facing the beauteous setting sun, reciting or musing every now and then?
Have you ever seat in an infinity of wasteland alone, a “the spirit of the laws” in hands, facing the beauteous setting sun, reciting or musing every now and then?
你有否曾独自一人，坐在一个广袤无垠的荒原，手拿着一本《论法的精神》，面对着美丽的落日，时而默默吟诵，时而掩卷沉思？