夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麽可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.
没有事情是不可能的，“不可能”这个词本身就含有“不，可能”。
You can't just sit there and wait for people to give you that golden dream. You've got to get out there and make it happen for yourself.
