繁体
衬衫的衣角被拉住,
后是小妻
的轻声恳求:“萌萌说,想听爸爸讲故事。”
那么小的孩
,哪会说话,分明就是小姑娘自己的小心思罢了。许墨笑着转
,摸了摸简诗
的侧脸:“那萌萌有说,要听哪个故事吗?”
嘴里说着“萌萌”,
睛却只看着自己,简诗只觉得自己被他
碰到的地方都有些发烧。她别过了视线:“要、要不你念首诗?”
一会儿拿孩
当借
要听故事,一会儿又改
要听诗。果然这么多年了,小姑娘还是个连撒谎都不会的小傻瓜。
但她的请求,许墨又怎么会不应呢。
他在脑海里搜索片刻,才找到了那首适合念给她们听的诗。
简诗微微闭着
睛,丈夫温
的呼
就在旁边,只予自己的温柔嗓音也随之响了起来(莎士比亚《sonnet 18》):
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou?art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
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