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The flower becomes fruit when it worships. £²£´.ÂñÔÚµØÏµÄÊ÷¸ùʹÊ÷Ö¦²úÉú¹ûʵ£¬È´²»ÒªÊ²Ã´±¨³ê¡£ The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the¡¡branches¡¡fruitful. £²£µ.ÒõÓêµÄ»Æ»è£¬·çÎÞÐÝÖ¹µØ´µ×Å¡£ÎÒ¿´×ÅÒ¡Ò·µÄÊ÷Ö¦£¬ÏëÄîÍòÎïµÄΰ´ó¡£ This rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things. £²£¶.×ÓÒ¹µÄ·çÓ꣬ÈçÒ»¸ö¾Þ´óµÄº¢×Ó£¬ÔÚ²»ºÏʱÒ˵ĺÚÒ¹ÀïÐÑÀ´£¬¿ªÊ¼ÓÎÏ·ºÍÐúÄÖ¡£ Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout. £²£·.º£Ñ½£¬ÄãÕⱩ·çÓêµÄ¹Â¼ÅµÄи¾Ñ½£¬ÄãËäÏÆÆð²¨ÀË×·ËæÄãµÄÇéÈË£¬µ«ÊÇÎÞÓÃѽ¡£ Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm. £²£¸.ÎÄ×Ö¶Ô¹¤×÷˵µÀ£º¡°ÎÒ²ÑÀ¢ÎҵĿÕÐé¡£¡± ¹¤×÷¶ÔÎÄ×Ö˵µÀ£º¡°µ±ÎÒ¿´¼ûÄãµÄʱ£¬ÎÒ±ãÖªµÀÎÒÊÇÔõÑùµØÆ¶·¦ÁË¡£¡± I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work. I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word. £²£¹.ʱ¼äÊDZ仯µÄ²Æ¸»¡£Ê±ÖÓÄ£·ÂËü£¬È´Ö»Óб仯¶øÎ޲Ƹ»¡£ Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. £³£°.ÕæÀí´©ÁËÒÂÉÑ£¬¾õµÃÊÂʵ̫¾ÐÊøÁË¡£ ÔÚÏëÏóÖУ¬Ëýȴת¶¯µÃºÜÊæ³©¡£ Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease. £³£±.µ±ÎÒµ½ÕâÀïÄÇÀïÂÃÐÐ×Åʱ£¬Â·Ñ½£¬ÎÒÑá¾ëÄãÁË£»µ±ÊÇÏÖÔÚ£¬µ±ÄãÒýµ¼ÎÒµ½ ¸÷´¦È¥Ê±Îұ㰮ÉÏÄ㣬ÓëÄã½á»éÁË¡£ When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road,but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love. 32.ÈÃÎÒÉèÏ룬ÔÚȺÐÇÖ®ÖУ¬ÓÐÒ»¿ÅÐÇÊÇÖ¸µ¼×ÅÎÒµÄÉúÃüͨ¹ý²»¿ÉÖªµÄºÚ°µµÄ¡£ Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown. 33.¸¾ÈË£¬ÄãÓÃÁËÄãÃÀÀöµÄÊÖÖ¸£¬´¥×ÅÎÒµÄʲÎÖÈÐò±ãÈçÒôÀÖËÆµÄÉú³öÀ´ÁË¡£ Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music. 34.Ò»¸öÓÇÓôµÄÉùÒô£¬Öþ³²ÓÚÊÅË®ËÆµÄÄ껪ÖС£¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ËüÔÚÒ¹ÀïÏòÎÒ³ªµÀ£º¡°ÎÒ°®Äã¡£¡± One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you. 35.ȼ×ŵĻð£¬ÒÔËüÐÜÐܵĹâÑæ¾¯¸æÎÒ²»Òª×ß½üËü¡£ °ÑÎÒ´ÓDZ²ØÔÚ»ÒÖеÄÓà½ýÀï¾È³öÀ´°É¡£ The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes. 36.ÎÒÓÐȺÐÇÔÚÌìÉÏ£¬ µ«ÊÇ£¬°¦£¬ÎÒÎÝÀïµÄСµÆÈ´Ã»ÓеãÁÁ¡£ I have my stars in the sky. But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house. 37.ËÀÎÄ×ֵij¾ÍÁÕ´×ÅÄã¡£ ÓóÁĬȥϴ¾»ÄãµÄÁé»ê°É¡£ The dust of the dead words clings to thee. Wash thy soul with silence. 38.ÉúÃüÀïÁôÁËÐí¶àóÁ϶£¬´ÓÖÐËÍÀ´ÁËËÀÖ®ÓÇÓôµÄÒôÀÖ¡£ Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death. 39.ÊÀ½çÒÑÔÚÔ糿³¨¿ªÁËËüµÄ¹âÃ÷Ö®ÐÄ¡£ ³öÀ´°É£¬ÎÒµÄÐÄ£¬´ø×ÅÄãµÄ°®È¥ÓëËüÏà»á¡£ The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. 40.ÎÒµÄ˼ÏëËæ×ÅÕâЩÉÁÒ«µÄÂÌÒ¶¶øÉÁÒ«£»ÎÒµÄÐÄÁéÒòÁËÕâÈÕ¹âµÄ¸§´¥¶ø¸è³ª£»ÎÒµÄÉúÃüÒòΪÙÉÁËÍòÎïһͬ¸¡·ºÔÚ¿Õ¼äµÄεÀ¶£¬Ê±¼äµÄÄ«ºÚ¶ø¸Ðµ½»¶¿ì. My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time. 41.ÉñµÄ¾Þ´óµÄÍþȨÊÇÔÚÈáºÍµÄ΢£¨·ç˼£©À¶ø²»ÔÚ¿ñ·ç±©ÓêÖ®ÖС£ God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. 42.ÔÚÃÎÖУ¬Ò»ÇÐʶ¼É¢Âþ×Å£¬¶¼Ñ¹×ÅÎÒ£¬µ«Õâ²»¹ýÊÇÒ»¸öÃÎѽ¡£µ«ÎÒÐÑÀ´Ê±£¬ Îұ㽫¾õµÃÕâЩʶ¼ÒѾۼ¯ÔÚÄãÄÇÀÎÒÒ²±ã½«×ÔÓÉÁË¡£ This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free. 43.ÂäÈÕÎʵÀ£º¡°ÓÐ˼ÌÐøÎÒµÄÖ°ÎñÄØ£¿¡± ÍßµÆËµµÀ£º¡°ÎÒÒª¾¡ÎÒËùÄܵØ×öÈ¥£¬ÎÒµÄÖ÷ÈË¡£¡± Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun. I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp. 44.²É×Å»¨°êʱ£¬µÃ²»µ½»¨µÄÃÀÀö¡£ By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. 45.³ÁĬÔÌÐî×ÅÓïÉù£¬ÕýÈçÄñ³²ÓµÎ§×Å˯Äñ¡£ Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds. 46.´óµÄ²»ÅÂÓëСµÄͬÓΡ£ ¾ÓÖеÄÈ´Ô¶¶ø±ÜÖ®¡£ The Great walks with the Small without fear.The Middling keeps aloof. 47.Ò¹ÃØÃܵذѻ¨¿ª·ÅÁË£¬È´Èð×ÈÕÈ¥ÁìÊÜл´Ê¡£ The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks. 48.È¨ÊÆÈÏΪÎþÉüÕßµÄÍ´¿àÊÇÍü¶÷¸ºÒå¡£ Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims. 49.µ±ÎÒÃÇÒÔÎÒÃǵijäʵΪÀÖʱ£¬ÄÇÄ©£¬ÎÒÃDZãÄܺܿìÀֵظúÎÒÃǵĹûʵ·ÖÊÖÁË¡£ When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy. 50.ÓêµãÎÇ×Ŵ󵨣¬Î¢ÓïµÀ£º¡°ÎÒÃÇÊÇÄãµÄ˼¼ÒµÄº¢×Ó£¬Ä¸Ç×£¬ÏÖÔÚ´ÓÌìÉϻص½ÄãÕâÀïÀ´ÁË¡£¡± The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven. 51.ÖëÍøºÃÏóҪ׽¶µã£¬È´×½×¡Á˲ÔÓ¬¡£ The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies. 52.°®Çéѽ£¬µ±ÄãÊÖÀïÄÃ×ŵãÁÁÁ˵ÄÍ´¿àÖ®µÆ×ßÀ´Ê±£¬ÎÒÄܹ»¿´¼ûÄãµÄÁ³£¬¶øÇÒÒÔÄãΪÐÒ¸£¡£ Love! 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It makes the hand bleed that uses it. 84.Éñ°®È˼äµÄµÆ¹âÉõÓÚËû×Ô¼ºµÄ´óÐÇ¡£ God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars. 85.ÕâÊÀ½çÄËÊÇΪÃÀÖ®ÒôÀÖËùѱ·þÁ˵Ŀñ·çÖèÓêµÄÊÀ½ç¡£ This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty. 86.ÍíϼÏòÌ«Ñô˵µÀ£º¡°ÎÒµÄÐľÁËÄãµÄ½ÓÎÇ£¬±ãËÆ½ðµÄ±¦ÏäÁË¡£¡± My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss, cloud to the sun. 87.½Ó´¥×Å£¬ÄãÐí»áɱº¦£»Ô¶Àë×Å£¬ÄãÐí»áÕ¼ÓС£ By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess. 88.ó¬ó°µÄßóßó£¬Ò¹ÓêµÄäÀÁ¤£¬´ÓºÚ°µÖд«µ½ÎҵĶú±ß£¬ºÃËÆÎÒÒÑÊÅµÄ ÉÙÄêʱ´úɳµØÀ´µ½ÎÒµÄÃξ³ÖС£ The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,like the rustle of dreams from my past youth. 89.»¨¶äÏòÐdz½Â価Á˵ÄÊïÌì½ÐµÀ£º¡°Îҵ͵ãȫʧÂäÁË¡£¡± I have lost my dewdrop, lost all its stars. 90.ȼÉÕ×ŵÄľ¿é£¬ÐÜÐܵØÉú³ö»ð¹â£¬½ÐµÀ£º¡°ÕâÊÇÎҵύ¶ä£¬ÎÒµÄËÀÍö¡£¡±ÈÃÊÀ½ç×Ô¼ºÑ°Â·ÏòÄã×ßÀ´¡£ The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death." 91.»Æ·äÈÏΪÁÚ·ä´¢ÃÛÖ®³²Ì«Ð¡¡£ ËûµÄÁÚÈËÒªËûÈ¥½¨ÖþÒ»¸ö¸üСµÄ¡£ The wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighbouring bees is too small. His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller. 92.ºÓ°¶ÏòºÓÁ÷˵µÀ£º¡°ÎÒ²»ÄÜÁôסÄãµÄ²¨ÀË¡£ ÈÃÎÒ±£´æÄãµÄ×ãÓ¡ÔÚÎÒµÄÐÄÀï°É¡£¡± I cannot keep your waves, Let me keep your footprints in my heart. 93.°×ÈÕÒÔÕâССµÄµØÇòµÄÐúÈÅ£¬ÑÍûÁËÕû¸öÓîÖæµÄ³ÁĬ¡£ The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds. 94.¸èÉùÔÚÌì¿ÕÖие½ÎÞÏÞ£¬Í¼»ÔÚµØÉϸе½ÎÞÏÞ£¬Ê«ÄØ£¬ÎÞÂÛÔÚ¿ÕÖУ¬ÔÚµØÉ϶¼ÊÇÈç´Ë¡£ÒòΪʫµÄ´Ê¾äº¬ÓÐÄÜ×ß¶¯µÄÒâÒåÓëÄÜ·ÉÏèµÄÒôÀÖ¡£ The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth; For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars. 95.Ì«ÑôÔÚÎ÷·½ÂäÏÂʱ£¬ËûµÄÔ糿µÄ¶«·½ÒѾ²ÇÄÇĵØÕ¾ÔÚËûÃæÇ°¡£ When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence. 96.ÈÃÎÒ²»Òª´íÎ󵨰Ñ×Ô¼º·ÅÔÚÎÒµÄÊÀ½çÀï¶øÊ¹Ëü·´¶ÔÎÒ¡£ Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me. 97.ÈÙÓþʹÎҸе½²ÑÀ¢£¬ÒòΪÎÒ°µµØÀïÇó×ÅËü¡£ Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it. 98.µ±ÎÒûÓÐʲôÊÂ×öʱ£¬±ãÈÃÎÒ²»×öʲôÊ£¬²»ÊÜɧÈŵسÁÈë°²¾²Éî´¦°É£¬Ò»È纣ˮ³ÁĬʱº£±ßµÄĺɫ¡£ Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent. 99.ÉÙŮѽ£¬ÄãµÄ´¿ÆÓ£¬Èçºþˮ֮±Ì£¬±íÏÖ³öÄãµÄÕæÀíÖ®Éîåä¡£ Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth. 100.×îºÃµÄ¶«Î÷²»ÊǶÀÀ´µÄ£¬ Ëü°éÁËËùÓеĶ«Î÷ͬÀ´¡£ The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all. 101.ÉñµÄÓÒÊÖÊǴȰ®µÄ£¬µ«ÊÇËûµÄ×óÊÖÈ´¿ÉÅ¡£ God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand. 102.ÎÒµÄÍíÉ«´ÓİÉúµÄÊ÷ľÖÐ×ßÀ´£¬ËüÓÃÎÒµÄÏþÐÇËù²»¶®µÃµÄÓïÑÔ˵»°¡£ My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know. 103.Ò¹Ö®ºÚ°µÊÇÒ»Ö»¿Ú´ü£¬±Å³öÀèÃ÷µÄ½ð¹â¡£ Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn. 104.ÎÒÃǵÄÓûÍû°Ñ²ÊºçµÄÑÕÉ«½è¸øÄÇÖ»²»¹ýÊÇÔÆÎíµÄÈËÉú¡£ Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life. 105.ÉñµÈ´ý×Å£¬Òª´ÓÈ˵ÄÊÖÉϰÑËû×Ô¼ºµÄ»¨¶ä×÷ΪÀñÎïÓ®µÃ»ØÈ¥¡£ God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands. 106.ÎÒµÄÓÇ˼²øÈÆ×ÅÎÒ£¬ÒªÎÊÎÒËü×Ô¼ºµÄÃû×Ö¡£ My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names. 107.¹ûµÄÊÂÒµÊÇ×ð¹óµÄ£¬»¨µÄÊÂÒµÊÇÌðÃÀµÄ£»µ«ÊÇÈÃÎÒ×öÒ¶µÄÊÂÒµ°É£¬Ò¶ÊÇǫѷµØ£¬×¨Ðĵش¹×ÅÂÌÒñµÄ¡£ The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion. 108.ÎÒµÄÐÄÏò×ÅÀ»ÉºµÄ·çÕÅÁË·«£¬Òªµ½ÎÞÂۺ䦵ÄÒñÁ¹Ö®µºÈ¥¡£ My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere. 109.¶À·òÃÇÊÇÐ×±©µÄ£¬µ«ÈËÃñÊÇÉÆÁ¼µÄ¡£ Men are cruel, but Man is kind. 110.°ÑÎÒµ±×öÄãµÄ±°É£¬ÈÃÎÒΪÁËÄ㣬¶øÇÒΪÁËÄãµÄÈ˶øÊ¢ÂúË®°É¡£ Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine. 111.¿ñ·ç±©ÓêÏóÊÇÔÚÍ´¿àÖеÄij¸öÌìÉñµÄ¿ÞÉù£¬ÒòΪËûµÄ°®Çé±»´óµØËù¾Ü¾ø¡£ The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses. 112.ÊÀ½ç²»»áÁ÷ʧ£¬ÒòΪËÀÍö²¢²»ÊÇÒ»¸öóÁ϶¡£ The world does not leak because death is not a crack. 113.ÉúÃüÒòΪ¸¶³öÁ˵İ®Çé¶ø¸üΪ¸»×ã¡£ Life has become richer by the love that has been lost. 114.ÎÒµÄÅóÓÑ£¬Äãΰ´óµÄÐÄÉÁÉä³ö¶«·½³¯ÑôµÄ¹â⣬ÕýÈçÀèÃ÷ÖеÄÒ»¸ö»ýÑ©µÄ¹Â·å¡£ My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn. 115.ËÀÖ®Á÷Ȫ£¬Ê¹ÉúµÄÖ¹Ë®ÌøÔ¾¡£ The fountain of death makes the still water of life play. 116.ÄÇЩÓÐÒ»Çж«Î÷¶øÃ»ÓÐÄúµÄÈË£¬ÎÒµÄÉϵۣ¬ÔÚ¼¥Ð¦×ÅÄÇЩûÓбðµÄ¶«Î÷¶øÖ»ÓÐÄúµÄÈËÄØ¡£ Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself. 117.ÉúÃüµÄÔ˶¯ÔÚËü×Ô¼ºµÄÒôÀÖÀïµÃµ½ËüµÄÐÝÏ¢¡£ The movement of life has its rest in its own music. 118.Ìß×ãÖ»ÄÜ´ÓµØÉÏÑïÆð³¾ÍÁ¶ø²»Äܵõ½ÊÕ»ñ¡£ Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth. 119.ÎÒÃǵÄÃû×Ö£¬±ãÊÇÒ¹Àﺣ²¨ÉÏ·¢³öµÄ¹â£¬ºÛ¼£Ò²²»Áô¾ÍÃòÃðÁË¡£ Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature. 120.ÈÃÕöÑÛ¿´×Åõ¹å»¨µÄÈËÒ²¿´¿´ËüµÄ´Ì¡£ Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose. 121.ÄñÒíÉÏϵÉÏÁ˻ƽð£¬ÕâÄñ±ãÓÀ²»ÄÜÔÙÔÚÌìÉϰ¿ÏèÁË¡£ Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky. 122.ÎÒÃǵط½µÄºÉ»¨ÓÖÔÚÕâİÉúµÄË®ÉÏ¿ªÁË»¨£¬·Å³öͬÑùµÄÇåÏ㣬ֻÊÇÃû×Ö»»ÁË¡£ The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name. 123.ÔÚÐĵÄÔ¶¾°ÀÄÇÏà¸ôµÄ¾àÀëÏԵøü¹ãÀ«ÁË¡£ In heart's perspective the distance looms large. 124.Ô¶ù°ÑËýµÄ¹âÃ÷±éÕÕÔÚÌìÉÏ£¬È´Áô×ÅËýµÄºÚ°ß¸øËý×Ô¼º¡£ The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself. 125.²»ÒªËµ£º¡°ÕâÊÇÔ糿¡±£¬±ðÓÃÒ»¸ö¡°×òÌ족µÄÃû´Ê°ÑËü´ò·¢µô¡£ÄãµÚÒ»´Î¿´µ½Ëü£¬°ÑËüµ±×÷»¹Ã»ÓÐÃû×ÖµÄÐÂÉúº¢×Ó°É¡£ Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name. 126.ÇàÑ̶ÔÌì¿Õ¿ä¿Ú£¬»Ò½ý¶Ô´óµØ¿ä¿Ú£¬¶¼ÒÔΪËüÃÇÊÇ»ðµÄÐֵܡ£ Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire. 127.ÓêµãÏòÜÔÀò»¨Î¢ÓïµÀ£º¡°°ÑÎÒÓÀ¾ÃµØÁôÔÚÄãµÄÐÄÀï°É¡£¡± ÜÔÀò»¨Ì¾Ï¢ÁËÒ»Éù£¬ÂäÔÚµØÉÏÁË¡£ The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever." The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground. 128.ÌóÇÓµÄ˼Ïëѽ£¬²»ÒªÅÂÎÒ¡£ÎÒÊÇÒ»¸öÊ«ÈË¡£ Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.I am a poet. 129.ÎÒµÄÐÄÔÚëüëʵijÁĬÀï£¬ËÆºõ³äÂúÁËó¬ó°µÄÃùÉù££ÉùÒôµÄ»Ò°µµÄ ĺɫ¡£ The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp --- the grey twilight of sound. 130.±¬Öñѽ£¬Äã¶ÔȺÐǵÄÎêÃÓÖ¸ú×ÅÄã×Ô¼º»Øµ½µØÉÏÀ´ÁË¡£ Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth. 131.ÄúÔø¾´øÁì×ÅÎÒ£¬´©¹ýÎҵİ×ÌìµÄÓµ¼·²»¿°µÄÂọ́¬¶øµ½´ïÁËÎҵĻƻèµÄ¹Â¼ÅÖ®¾³¡£ÔÚͨÏüµÄ¼Å¾²ÀÎҵȴý×ÅËüµÄÒâÒå¡£ Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness.I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night. 132.ÎÒÃǵÄÉúÃü¾ÍËÆ¶É¹ýÒ»¸ö´óº££¬ÎÒÃǶ¼Ïà¾ÛÔÚÕâ¸öÏÁСµÄÖÛÖС£ ËÀʱ£¬ÎÒÃDZ㵽Á˰¶£¬¸÷Íù¸÷µÄÊÀ½çÈ¥ÁË¡£ This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds. 133.ÕæÀíÖ®´¨´ÓËüµÄ´íÎóÖ®¹µÇþÖÐÁ÷¹ý¡£ The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes. 134.½ñÌìÎÒµÄÐÄÊÇÔÚÏë¼ÒÁË£¬ÔÚÏë×ÅÄÇ¿ç¹ýʱ¼äÖ®º£µÄÄÇÒ»¸öÌðÃÛµÄʱºò¡£ My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time. 135.ÄñµÄ¸èÉùÊÇÊï¹â´Ó´óµØ·´Ïì¹ýÈ¥µÄ»ØÉù¡£ The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth. 136.³¿¹âÎÊëݢµÀ£º¡°ÄãÊǽ¾°ÁµÃ²»¿ÏºÍÎÒ½ÓÎÇô£¿¡± Are you too proud to kiss me? |
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