但老人此时想到的只是掌舵和他自己极度的疲乏。他出海太远了，那些鲨鱼把他打败了。他知道那些鲨鱼除了大马林鱼的空骨架之外，是什么也不会给他留下的。
But the old man thought only of his steering and his great tiredness. He had gone out too far and the sharks had beaten him. He knew they would leave him nothing but the stripped skeleton of his great catch.
The best way to predict the future of our forests is to create it.
The best buildings are those that invite participation.
Never underestimate the power of preparation—whether in negotiations, operations, or crisis management.
To write is to breathe life into the silent corners of the soul.
文学是燃烧在灵魂中的火焰，照亮我们存在的最黑暗角落。
