黄叶古祠寒雨积,清山荒冢白云多。如何一别朱仙镇,不见将军奏凯歌。
译文:古庙里黄叶堆积,寒雨萧瑟;青山上的荒坟笼罩着白云。为什么自从离开朱仙镇,就再也没听到岳飞将军胜利的消息?
世界上的事情,最忌讳的就是个十全十美,你看那天上的月亮,一旦圆满了,马上就要亏厌;树上的果子,一旦熟透了,马上就要坠落。凡事总要稍留欠缺,才能持恒。
Art is the language of the soul.
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."