译文：西风落日下野草斑驳，秋日天空云淡风轻，一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子，又骑着马登上了太行山。

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."

每个人都认为自己是最重要的存在。这是很正常的。但真正重要的是，能否珍惜自己以外的某个人。

人的自由是他的限制。

The greatest leader is not necessarily the one who does the greatest things. He is the one that gets the people to do the greatest things.