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。
时间在被小齿轮滴答作响时是死的;只有当钟停止时,时间才会复活。
And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.