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。
在词语之间的沉默中，故事的真实意义常常存在。
我是一个非常情绪化的人。我动不动就哭。
An ounce of practice is worth more than tons of preaching.
"Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm."