不吃还是不吃 Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul. And sings the tune without the words. And never stops at all.――Emily Dickinson 望长有翅膀,栖于心灵之上,吟唱曲调,无须言表,天音袅袅,始终环绕。 —— 艾米丽・狄更生 《犯罪心理 第五季》