Art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.
译文:明亮的月光掠过枝头,惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中,半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里,人们谈论着丰收的年景,耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。
The future of coal industry lies in clean and efficient utilization.
我对与任何人竞争都不感兴趣。我希望我们都成功。
"The line between hero and villain is often blurred."