华兹华斯诗选感悟
一只小羊咩
In those feverish assemblies, who did he not see whose fate was as hard as his own, who did not go to sleep in fear, and toil as soon as he awoke? Think of it this way: Life is like this vast wasteland, and whoever can find a small hut in the boundless desolation, a small green place, is extremely happy. It is often found in sad thoughts that a power is helpful to virtue; Otherwise, I am a dreamer on earth, really, a dreamer in vain. The tide of the world led him into boundless solitude.
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