| 1. | The first sense of sorrow i ever knew was upon the death of my father , at which time i was not quite five years of age ; but was rather amazed at what all the house meant , than possessed with a real understanding why nobody was willing to play with me
当我们年老的时候,有一种无比愉悦的享乐.那就是在感觉忧闷的一刻,重温昔日的挚友,他们曾与我们亲密无间,回想起漫漫长夜一度一起沉浸在欢声语笑中的人,更是让我们的心里涌起无限的忧思 |
