夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
"We don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people."
我总是很高兴地想到,我的教育大部分是非正式的,并且根植于土壤之中。
Great deeds are usually wrought at great risks.