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西风落日草斑斑,云薄秋空鸟独还。两鬓霜华千里客,马蹄又上太行山。
译文:西风落日下野草斑驳,秋日天空云淡风轻,一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子,又骑着马登上了太行山。
The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
一本好书是一个永远不会让你失望的朋友。
To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.