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发帖数: 1995 | 1 ？哈哈
The waters of the Luteous River rush down from the sky,
And roll off to the sea forevermore not to come back ?
Seest thou not
White locks are wailed at before bright mirrors in halls high,
For turning at wailed at dusk into snowflakes from their morning’s jet
black?
Seize the moments of content in life and make full mirth of them ;
Let not your golden beakers stay empty to glint at the moon .
Heaven hath endowed me with talents certes for good use ;
A thousand pieces of gol |
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