西风落日草斑斑,云薄秋空鸟独还。两鬓霜华千里客,马蹄又上太行山。
译文:西风落日下野草斑驳,秋日天空云淡风轻,一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子,又骑着马登上了太行山。
"Literature is the mirror that reflects the complexities of the human condition."
"The unexamined life is not worth living."
"The greatest mystery is not in the stars, but in ourselves."