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It lingers in the eye, in the semi-arch of brow. A gesture of the hand speaks pages more than words, The echo rests in the heart as driftwood does in sand, To be rubbed by time until it rots or shines. 
无声的语言 并非完全听不见。 它荡漾在眼波里, 表露在眉宇间。 胜过万语千言, 萦绕心灵的回音 好象浮木浪迹于沙滩, 随着岁月的消磨 触及我们的情感, 恰似有声的音乐 拨动人们的心弦 | |
