I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer - by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
我今晨坐在窗前,世界如一个过路人似的,停留了一会儿,向我点点头又走过去了。
Only he who desires is amiable and not he who is satiated.
Literature is the art of expressing the inexpressible.
世界是一个美好的地方,值得为之奋斗。