Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

每个人的生命都有它的岁月，在这岁月里，一个人就像走在一条单调乏味、尘土飞扬的杨树街道上，却不知道自己身在何处。

-- Max Muller 麦克斯·缪勒