What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering,
And yields at last to every light impression?
Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing,
Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward,
But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
硬蜡遇热终归软, 光火进处蜡熔退? 柳暗花明征途远, 爱走恋留真情贵: 深情淡走色不微, 孤傲越盛美人追。 |