“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”
― Lord Byron, Childe Harold's
(这首诗让我想到了自己在摩洛哥沙漠里的那个晚上。没有人烟,没有帐篷。只有自己和那个赤裸裸的宇宙。)
(这首诗让我想到了自己在摩洛哥沙漠里的那个晚上。没有人烟,没有帐篷。只有自己和那个赤裸裸的宇宙。)
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