They live happily for others and no one notices the sacrifices they make. At last the little cricket on the hearth ceased to sing sweetly, and the bright sunshine died away, leaving only silence and shadow.
她们开心地为别人活着,没人留意她们所做出的牺牲。最后,炉上的小蟋蟀停止了甜美的歌唱,灿烂的阳光消逝,只留下了寂静和阴影。
"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain."
最好的写作是使熟悉的事物陌生化,使陌生的事物熟悉化。
Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.