诗人的灵魂就像一面镜子,映照出世界的美。
世界是一首伟大的诗,我们是其中的诗句。
It is not a language's weakness but its strengths that control the gradient of its change: Alas, a language never escapes its embryonic sac.
被误解是所有伟大灵魂的命运。