闲聊的时光
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning1) walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed2). And shout from where I am, "What is it?" No, not as there is a time talk. I thrust3) my hoe in the mellow4) ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod5): I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.
2017-03-28(万方平台首次上网日期,不代表论文的发表时间)
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