看板 poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.246.75