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'm not a legend, I'm just a man who tells stories.
Literature is a way to understand the world, to make sense of the chaos, to find meaning in the meaningless.
争论的焦点不是“煤炭 vs. 可再生能源”,而是转型期间如何整合两者。
The past is a shadow that follows us, a ghost that haunts us.