Wood has a memory. It remembers the forest. It remembers the tree.
木头有记忆。它记得森林。它记得树。
It is not the creation of wealth that is wrong, but the love of money for its own sake.
云朵飘飘，萦绕着我的车轮；疾风飒飒，吹掠着我的车旗。缤纷连绵，昏昏暗暗又朦胧，倏忽之间，惚惚回到了故乡。