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英国著名诗人彭斯(R.Burns)在一首诗中这样写道:But pleasures are like poppies spread:You seize the flower,its bloom is shed;Or like the snow falls in the river,A moment white—then melts for ever;Or like the borealis race,That flit ere you can point their place;Or like the ra