诗人是清除词语上市场污渍的人。
The poet is the one who cleans the word of the stains of the marketplace.
在广大的世界里,众生的数量无法计算。
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
A good story should make you laugh, cry, and wait.