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译文:西风落日下野草斑驳,秋日天空云淡风轻,一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子,又骑着马登上了太行山。
On the path of science, failure is the norm, but each failure brings us closer to success.
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it. 
I'm not afraid to take an unpopular stand.
Algorithms are the poetry of computation.