To write is to leave a legacy of thought.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
The novel is a mirror carried along a high road.
译文：总想着对自己有利，反而会害了自己；能够屈居人下，终有一天能居于人上。赏析：凡事多替别人着想，就是给自己积福，如果我们只谋求自己的个人利益，必将招致祸患。我们身处困境，要学会忍耐，懂得发愤图强，终有一天会令别人刮目相看。