Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

  • -- Matsuo Basho 松尾芭蕉

冬天的孤独, 在一个只有一种颜色的世界里 风的声音。

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Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art.

诗歌是情感的表达。情感必须来自自然,但衡量的尺度可以通过艺术获得。

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

艺术家的进步是不断的自我牺牲,是个性的不断消亡。