我说:我完了,我惨啦!
有谁够我惨的举 手…!
天天举着这玩意儿晨读…!有谁够我惨的举手…!
Every day hode it read…! Who worse than me please hand up your hand…!
Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime... Milton is lamenting, once again, that Milton has been compelled to begin writing.
因为亲友的惨遇,痛苦的重压,迫使我前来扰乱你正茂的年华:,利西达斯死了,死于峥嵘岁月。,弥尔顿再一次哀叹道,他是不得以写这首诗的。
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