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I would picture a mountain As a tall, warm harbor With the rugged-skinned firmness And the strong boughs to hold And the smell, first slightly sour But later found fragrant with crudeness Crude in so natural a way That none can say no Some streams on it are lovable Looked purely plain and rough At times they fully flow Even tempting though foul And I've always longed to glance Its deep, hidden grass── Must be a desirable place to sleep on Even the root there upon Would be thrilling with snug stabs And the sky in the apex must be bright And so cozily must the breezes delight It is the nature of a mountain Such one for me to fall -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.243.212.201
spacedunce5:O mons! Pulcherrimus es! 122.124.96.220 05/05 18:42
frolicker:what do u mean??= =111.243.212.110 05/05 19:13
spacedunce5:trans: O, mountain! You are very 122.124.103.43 05/05 21:11
spacedunce5:beautiful! 122.124.103.43 05/05 21:11
frolicker:ha~ it's even more beautiful seen by111.243.212.162 05/05 23:12
frolicker:a young virgin for what it symbolizes111.243.212.162 05/05 23:13
frolicker:in the poem.111.243.212.162 05/05 23:13
frolicker:sorry, it's not symbol but a metaphor111.243.212.162 05/05 23:19