The soil remembers what we forget: respect it, and it will repay generations.
土壤记得我们遗忘的事:尊重它,它将回报子孙后代。
真正的爱情之星火是一种微妙的东西。它会像火那样发出捉摸不定的光芒,跳跃着飞向快乐的仙境。可是它也会像熔炉里的火焰一样熊熊燃烧,而妒忌往往为爱情之火的迸发提供了燃料。
History is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what most people think of as history is its end product, myth.