译文:白云斜斜地挂在蔚蓝的天空上,独自登上高处心中一片怅然。遥想家乡像什么呢?在那杂乱山峰的深处,一片翠绿如烟。
I think that beauty comes from within. It's not something you can put on your face. It's something that you have to feel inside.
The world is full of signs and wonders, but we are blind to them.
You have to be willing to fail to create something original.