介绍:
Three Stanzas on the Twisting River
II
What lies before me is not the present nor is it the ancient past,
my long songs swell up and away, grazing[1] forest and wilds,
buildings roof to roof, splendor and power, indeed beyond reckoning.
As for one like me, I willingly let my heart be like ash,
why should my nephew suffer with tears like rain for me?
单词释义
[1] graze [ɡreɪz] v. 擦伤，擦破(皮肤);
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