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The world frets, each with its own fruits and mottled, you just quickly past me, I was a storm, a mire, a frozen spring river, sick moss. You are so flat, never read my Xin Rong, also do not know my body in the spring whistle.

世界风声鹤唳，各自有各自的硕果和斑驳，你只是快速地驶过我，就认定我是风暴、泥潭，是结冰的春江，病恹的青苔。你如此平平，不曾翻阅我的欣荣，亦不知晓我身体里有春天在鸣笛。

Born in the dust, drowned in the crowd, died in the ideal platform.

生于尘埃，溺于人海，死于理想高台。

（其实真的好喜欢这句话，我本来就是在人海中的一颗灰尘，在匆匆的人海中消失。但是我永远忠诚于我的理想。）

Hurry to walk the world, I hope you do not lose the courage born of love.

匆匆行走世间，望你我不失由爱而生的勇气。

I like when night comes, the blue sky, the warm yellow street lights, the hazy shadow of the trees, and the people who are in a hurry to get home for a hot meal. I like the fireworks in this world, warm and real.

我喜欢临近夜幕时，晴蓝的天空和暖黄的路灯，还有朦胧的树影，以及行色匆匆只为赶回家吃口热饭的人，我喜欢这人间烟火，温馨且真实。

No suns no lights ,such a mess over all ,don't kill your hopes .

没有温暖的阳也没有希望的光，世界只是一片狼藉，不要抹灭你最后的希望.

Miss is also punishment, punishment for those nostalgic people.

怀念也是惩罚吧，惩罚那些念旧的人。

"I especially like to hear old people tell stories. The memories that people can't forget in their old age are about a bit like the stones picked up at the bottom of Taihu Lake, which are hard and thin and clear after washing the mud, attached to the waves of a lifetime of washing and washing."

“我特别喜欢听老人家讲故事。人到老年还不能忘的记忆，大约有点像太湖底下捞起的石头，是洗净沉泥后的硬瘦剔透，上面附着一生岁月所冲积洗刷出的浪迹。”