陆地上空的云块这时候像山冈般耸立着,海岸只剩下一长条绿色的线,背后是些灰蓝色的小山。海水此刻呈现深蓝色,深得几乎发紫。
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.
A poem must be an event, not a record of an event.
Success is not just about what you achieve, but who you become in the process.