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舒婷《当你从我的窗下走过》
Like a speck of fisherman’s lantern.
You may suppose that my little cabin
Is a small boat tossing in the storm
Throwing my shadow on the curtain—
Making feeble gestures. But my heart is not old
It accepts the greetings from every direction.
It glares down all oppressions, open or hidden.
Ah, when did it acquire such distinctive character?
Since you began to understand me.
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