The child says nothing, but what it heard by the fire.

那孩子什么也没说,只是在火炉边听到的声音。

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The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervid page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid a cold and coward age.

他笔下的火焰之词,仍在那狂热的书页上挥洒着,在一个寒冷、怯懦的时代,仍在打动、仍在动摇着人们的心。

My mama told me in college, 'I love you, and you're God's child, but natural beauty will only take you so far.'

我妈妈在大学里对我说:“我爱你,你是上帝的孩子,但自然美只能让你走这么远。”

The person who I have my child with is going to be the right person.

和我生孩子的那个人会是我的真命天子。

A crooked log makes a good fire.

弯曲的木头生的火旺。