They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.

那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。

We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower.

“我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？” “我不过是一朵花。”

Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。

Man is a born child; his power is the power of growth.

人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。