The White Bird浪尖上的白鸟文章详解
Would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!
I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
例：Like a flash of lightning, the meteor shot across the sky.
例： It was still light out, just the first orange rays of twilight creeping over the horizon.
例：She lingered for a few minutes to talk to Nick.
例：The raft was buoyed up by empty petrol cans.
例：The breaking waves left the beach covered with foam.