The wheat fields whisper the stories of the past, but the wind carries them away with the dust of progress.
麦田低语着过去的故事，但风却将它们与进步的尘埃一同吹散。
A poet must be like a tree, rooted in his native soil, drawing nourishment from it to bear fruit.
Music saved my life, and I hope it can save someone else's too.
Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible.
Quality begins at the farm, and excellence is built through every step of the process.
语言是我们塑造现实最强大的工具。