But I love her. She could fade and wither， how can； but I just look at her， all the tenderness， Chung on the heart.
但我爱她，她可以褪色，可以萎谢，怎样都可以；但我只看她一眼，万般柔情，涌上心头。
Hunger and poverty are the root causes of much of the world's unrest and misery.
The great virtue of the novel is that it makes you see, it makes you feel, it makes you know.
Every mathematical problem has a solution; it just takes time and effort to find it.