一虚构之境是终极的善。这是一句诗,也是一个人的一生。因为工作,我经常很晚回家。有时借着月光,我看到史蒂文斯蹲在草丛里捉萤火虫。那个朦胧的一团黑影有十三种观察方式。当我轻轻地呼唤:“史蒂文斯先生!史蒂文斯先生!”我听到精灵子发出不长不短的叫声。 A fictional environment is the ultimate goodness. This is a poem, but also a person’s life. Because of my work, I often go home late. Sometimes through the moonlight, I saw Stevens squatting in the grass to catch fireflies. There are thirteen ways of observing that dark shadow. When I gently call: “Mr. Stevens! Stevens! ” I heard the Elves sent a short and long cry.