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.
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
The only one who's really judging you is yourself.
A book is not just pages and ink; it is a living breath.
最神奇的事情往往发生在我们视线的角落里。
生活的艺术不在于消除烦恼，而在于与烦恼共成长。
Sustainability isn't just a trend; it's our responsibility to the future.
