"There are a lot of neighborhoods that don't have access to healthy,fresh produce.
VOA: special.2010.07.06
At the very end of the poem, the uncouth swain "rose, and twitch't his Mantle blue: tomorrow to fresh Woods and Pastures new."
在诗歌的最后,这个粗鄙的年轻人吟唱到,“慢慢上升,挥动了他蔚蓝色的丝巾“,向崭新的牧场和森林眺望明天“
you don't really have access to fresh vegetables, you know, locally grown, and flowers and all that stuff.
你很少有机会能买到新鲜蔬菜,本地栽种的花或其它类似的东西。
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