译文:这种无端的愁绪最让人痛苦!不要去倚靠那高高的栏杆,夕阳正缓缓沉落,烟雾笼罩的柳林让人见了肝肠寸断。
The greatest of evils and the worst of crimes is poverty.
Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.
如果你对自己是否能一次搞定怀有任何疑虑的话,就对自己好点,分两次搞定吧。
I'm not perfect, but I'm always striving to be better.