译文：柔肠早已寸断，泪水止不住地流。为了相思，我再次登上小红楼。明知心上人已被群山阻隔，却还是不由自主地频频倚靠栏杆，望向他离去的方向。

Not for the sake of our health, though it's often presented that way, but because it's an escape from the human anthill. It's an escape from our own competition, and our own dramas. And that's why ween joy looking at glaciers and oceans, and contemplating the Earth from outside its perimeters, etc. We like to feel in contact with something that is non-human, and that is so deeply important to us.

我的愿望是愚笨的，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着。让我只倾听吧。

图书馆是活书的墓地，每一本都在等待读者将其复活。