The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it.
晨风永远吹拂,造化的诗篇从未中断;然而听见它的人却寥寥无几。
— Henry David Thoreau · Walden (1854) —
The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it.
晨风永远吹拂,造化的诗篇从未中断;然而听见它的人却寥寥无几。