无情有思：一个人的江湖

Snow in the Suburbs

                                      

哈代的这首诗意境很好，句句珠玑，用在德阿大战前夕，完全可以诠释一场比赛。
呵呵，世界杯属于海德堡、法兰克福、科隆。
　

Every branch big with it,

Bent every twig with it ;

Every fork like a white web-foot;

Every street and pavement mute:

　

Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when

Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.

The palings are glued together like a wall,

And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.

　

A sparrow enters the tree

Whereon immediately

A snow-lump thrice his own slight size

Descends on him and showers his head and eyes.

And overturns him

And near inurns him,

And lights on a nether twig, when its brush

Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.

　

The steps are a blanched slope,

Up which, with feeble hope,

A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin,

And we take him in.

　

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