The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit, / Si bleu, si calme!
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
爱是什么样子?它有双手来帮助他人。它有双脚匆匆赶往穷人和需要帮助的地方。它有眼睛看到痛苦和贫困。它有耳朵听到人们的叹息和悲伤。