译文：白云斜斜地挂在蔚蓝的天空上，独自登上高处心中一片怅然。遥想家乡像什么呢?在那杂乱山峰的深处，一片翠绿如烟。
The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognize that we ought to control our thoughts.
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
时间是个滑溜溜的东西：一旦失去控制，它的线索可能会永远从你手中溜走。
故事永远不会结束；它只是停止。
光明在书中。把书完全打开，让它发光，让它发挥作用。
过去是一个陌生的国度；那里的人们做事方式不同。
Forests are not just resources; they are our planet's lungs and our best defense against climate change.