“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.”
在哥伦比亚大学男声合唱“Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance？”时候，我的眼泪就开始涌出来。那个长得有点儿像rupert graves的男高音美极了。
