译文:明亮的月光掠过枝头,惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中,半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里,人们谈论着丰收的年景,耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。
I’m not a guy that’s going to let my love for my respect down.
The act of writing is an act of optimism. You would not take the trouble to do it if you felt it didn't matter.
保持谦逊,保持渴望。