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。
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
To travel is to write, and to write is to travel.
创造力是我们生活中意义的核心来源。
We need to develop a new sensitivity to the non-human.