When you are old and grey 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.

aaaaa啊啊啊啊 这不是水木年华的一生有你么，哇哈哈，今天才知道原来是诗的说，哦也，哈哈 PS.觉得它山有点像很久以前一个朋友，，也是会找叶芝的东西:014: :014: :014:

大学里读《爱尔兰咖啡》，里边有一句叶芝的诗 Cast a cold Eye,On Life,on Death.Horseman，pass by！ 从那开始喜欢读叶芝，还在英语协会的论坛上做了一个叶芝的作品专版 毕业后就一直没读了。。为工作，生活忙碌，渐渐忘记了那些美好的文字。

恩恩，就是那句，哈哈，因为那个朋友那时候也是用cold eye这个做签名的说

:L 我也用它做签名了很长时间。。。

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初三时背下过这诗的中,英文版,为赋新词强说愁啊.

我擦 原来还是首诗

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