醉里挑灯看剑,梦回吹角连营。八百里分麾下炙,五十弦翻塞外声,沙场秋点兵。
译文:醉酒后挑亮油灯端详宝剑,梦中又回到了号角声震天的军营。把烤牛肉分给部下享用,让乐器奏起悲壮的边塞战歌,秋高气爽的战场上正检阅军队。
The personal is the starting point of all literature.
Customer needs are constantly changing, and banks' service models must keep pace with the times.
蠢人做蠢事,也可理解为傻人有傻福。
The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.