I mention pail slowly on well column. I it firm quietly is put over. There still is the singing of winch in my ear. Still still go up in ramshackle surface, I see the shadow of the sun is beating.
我慢慢地把水桶提到井栏上。我把它稳稳地放在那里。我的耳朵里还响着辘轳的歌声。依然还在晃荡的水面上,我看见太阳的影子在跳动。
"A good story can change the way we see the world."
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
Grief is love turned into an eternal missing.
The only constant in agriculture is change—embrace it.
To be or not to be. That's not really a question.