‘My roses are red,' it answered,‘as red as the feet of the dove, and
redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the
ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has
nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have
no roses at all this year.'
去书内
-
设置昵称
京公网安备 11010802032529号