Quality is not an end in itself; it is a means to an end.
我爱我所做的,我对此充满热情。
译文:古庙里黄叶堆积,寒雨萧瑟;青山上的荒坟笼罩着白云。为什么自从离开朱仙镇,就再也没听到岳飞将军胜利的消息?
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
人生は、予測不可能な冒険だ。