The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away。
伟大的沙漠为了绿叶的爱而燃烧，而她摇摇头、笑著、飞走了。
The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.
The only time I'm nervous is when I have to be myself.
A novel is an impression, not an argument; it is an impression of life.
I have a dream, and that dream is worth every sacrifice I make.