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有我,省得想起时空着恼,只当是一个梦,一个幻想;只当是前天我们见的残红,怯怜怜的在风前抖擞,一瓣,两瓣,落地,叫人踩,变泥。——徐志摩《翡冷翠一夜》
There is me, save time and space to worry about the province, only if it is a dream, an illusion; only be the day before yesterday we see the red, fearless pity before the wind, a, two, landing, mud. Xu Zhimo “Florence night”