叶芝的诗太美了！ <!-- more --> <div style="max-width: 600px; margin: 20px auto; text-align: center; box-shadow: 0 4px 6px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); border-radius: 10px; padding: 20px;"> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36px;">When You Are Old</p> <p>by W.B. Yeats</p> <p>read by Luis Leonard</p> <audio controls style="width: 100%; margin-top: 20px; border-radius: 10px;"> <source src="https://imagehosting4picgo.oss-cn-beijing.aliyuncs.com/imagehosting/fix-dir%2Fliuyishou%2Ftmp%2F2024%2F04%2F08%2F00-28-48-8072eeb92a65a9f8cf66e809f5d4ee77-When%20you%20are%20old%20and-c561ce.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"> Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> </div> > When you are old and grey and full of sleep, > And nodding by the fire, take down this book, > And slowly read, and dream of the soft look > Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; > > How many loved your moments of glad grace, > And loved your beauty with love false or true, > > But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, > And loved the sorrows of your changing face; > > And bending down beside the glowing bars, > Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled > And paced upon the mountains overhead > And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.