Our way is not soft grass, it's a mountain path with lots of rocks. But it goes upwards, forward, toward the sun.

  • -- Ruth Westheimer 露丝·韦斯特海默

我们的路不是柔软的草,而是一条有很多岩石的山路。但它向上,向前,朝向太阳。

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The most valuable gift I ever received was the gift of insecurity my father left us. My mother's love might not have prepared me for life the way my father's departure did. He forced us out on the road, where we had to earn our bread.

我收到的最有价值的礼物是父亲留给我们的不安全感。母亲的爱也许不能像父亲的离去那样使我对生活有所准备。他把我们逼到路上,我们不得不在那里谋生。

I was wounded in the house of my friends.

我在朋友家受了伤。