【释义】松柏在严寒的岁末最后凋谢,雄鸡在风雨交加之时依然啼鸣不止。
诗歌是灵魂的语言,是无形之物的声音。
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Success is not about perfection, but about continuous improvement and adaptation to change.