当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉， 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。

And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

youdao

当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉， 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。

And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

youdao