When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.作者: jufeng 时间: 2011-12-26 01:26
文艺青年(中年), 鉴定完毕...作者: 山菊 时间: 2011-12-26 03:29
嗯嗯~~~解读得颇有创意！
尤其是‘追逐书虫’和‘45度仰望星空’：）
