她们开心地为别人活着,没人留意她们所做出的牺牲。最后,炉上的小蟋蟀停止了甜美的歌唱,灿烂的阳光消逝,只留下了寂静和阴影。
The cycle of poverty begins with the abandonment of hope.
To create is to resist—to resist forgetting, to resist silence, to resist oppression.
一个灰色的回忆,怎能抗衡现在的生动与自由。
The soul of a poet is like a mirror that reflects the beauty of the world.