The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
世界充满了神奇的事物,耐心地等待着我们的感官变得更加敏锐。
"We're going on a bear hunt. We're going to catch a big one. What a beautiful day! We're not scared."