“Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
An elegy written in churchyard.
那日的阳光仍有些凄楚,甚至过于惨白。
我在墓园中徜徉,于玛丽亚静谧的脸庞上,竟然窥见青苔。
她身后,是被严冬暴虐过的枯枝最末端,春天用力顶出的一个个尖芽。
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