”
“听啊。”
叶尘仰头瞧着身侧的人,没注意到脚下的台阶,往前一个趔趄摔过去。陆铭一把拉住她,声音里带了些无奈:“小心些。”
说完了,就没放手,叶尘有些不好意思,低着头道:“不是念诗吗?”
“嗯。”
陆铭张了口,声音清朗里带着沙哑,仿佛是钻石落到锦缎之上,优雅又华丽。
“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
陆铭的声音很好听,尤其是讲英文的时候。哪怕叶尘其实基本听不懂,但也觉得那个拉着她,给她念诗的人,一定在念很美、很好的言语。
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