本文仅想从她的重要作品《海浪》入手，探讨一下她在“诗化小说”上的不懈努力，也想掬一捧她生命中涌动的浪花。

I only want to discuss her "poetic novels" from her important novel The Waves, and also hold a flowing wave from her life river.

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杰克跳下马背，让马饮水。 自己则掬起一捧冰水，晶莹的水滴从他指间滑落，溅湿了他的嘴唇和下巴，闪闪发亮。

The horses drank and Jack dismounted, scooped icy water up in his hand, crystalline drops falling from his fingers, his mouth and chin glistening with wet.

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