The past is never dead. It's not even past.

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner." I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

在模糊逻辑中，任何陈述的真实性都变成了一个程度问题。

译文：郁孤台下这赣江的流水，水中不知包含了多少乱世中行人的眼泪。我向西北眺望故都长安，可惜无数青山层层叠叠，遮住了我的视线。