这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
Literature is a fire that burns within us, a fire that consumes and purifies, a fire that illuminates and warms.
The measure of our success isn't in quarterly profits, but in the health of fish stocks decades from now.