她原来是一篇美文,行云流水的韵律,跌宕起伏的韵脚,诵之吟之,如痴如醉。而今,只剩下简牍散逸的残章,散句断句,令人无法标点。她原来一身古朴典雅,深沉凝重,瑞光四射,抚之玩之,如梦如幻。而今,只剩下一串遗珍散珠,蒙尘含垢,令人捧玉心焚。人类的历史是一首诗,但缺字少句让人无法诵读。 She used to be an American essay, a rhythm of flowing clouds, and ups and downs of rhythm. Nowadays, only the simple and disjointed chapters are left, and sentences are broken and it is impossible to punctuate. She was originally simple and elegant, deep and dignified, Ruiguang shot, ask it to play, dreamy. Nowadays, there are only a few strands of loose beads left in the dust. The history of mankind is a poem, but lack of words and sentences can not be read.