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THE PSYCHE
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IN the fresh morning dawn there gleams in the rosy1 air a great Star,the brightest Star of the morning.His rays tremble on the white wall,as if he wished to write down on it what he can tell,what he has seen there and elsewhere during thousands of years of our rolling world.Let us hear one of his stories.

"A short time ago"—the Star's"short time ago"is called among men "centuries ago"—"my rays followed a young artist.It was in the city of the Popes,in the worldcity Rome.Much has been changed there in the course of time,but the changes have not come so quickly as the change from youth to old age.Then already the palace of the Caesars was a ruin,as it is now;fig trees and laurels2 grew among the fallen marble columns,and in the desolate3 bathing-halls,where the gilding4 still clings to the wall;the Coliseum was a ruin;the church bells sounded,the in- cense sent up its fragrant5 cloud,and through the streets marched processions with flaming tapers6 and glowing canopies.Holy Church was there,and art was held as a high and holy thing.In Rome lived the greatest painter in the world,Raphael;there also dwelt the first of sculptors, Micheal Angelo.Even the Pope paid homage8 to thesetwo,and honoured them with a visit:art was recognizedand honoured,and was rewarded also.But,for all that,everything great and splendid was not seen and known.

"In a narrow lane stood an old house.Once it hadbeen a temple;a young sculptor7 now dwelt there.He wasyoung and quite unknown.He certainly had friends,young artists,like himself,young in spirit,young in hopes and thoughts;they told him he was rich in talent,and an artist,but that he was foolish for having no faithin his own power;for he always broke what he had fash-ioned out of clay,and never completed anything;and awork must be completed if it is to be seen and to bringmoney.

"'You are a dreamer,'they went on to say to him,'and that's your misfortune.But the reason of this is,that you have never lived,you have never tasted life,youhave never enjoyed it in great wholesome9 draughts,as itought to be enjoyed.In youth one must mingle10 one's ownpersonality with life,that they may become one.Look atthe great master Rapheal,whom the Pope honours and the world admires:he's no despiser of wine and bread.'

"'And he even appreciates the baker's daughter,the pretty Fornarina,'added Angelo,one of the merriestof the young friends.

"Yes,they said a good many things of the kind,ac-cording to their age and intelligence.They wanted to drawthe young artist out with them into the merry wild life,the mad life as it might be called;and at certain times he feltan inclination11 for it.He had warm blood,a strong imagi-nation,and could take part in the merry chat,and laughaloud with the rest;but what they called'Rapheal'smerry life'disappeared before him like a vapour when hesaw the divine radiance that beamed forth12 from the pic-tures of the great master;and when he stood in the Vati-can,before the forms of beauty which the masters hadhewn out of marble,thousands of years since,his breastswelled,and he felt within himself something high,some-thing holy,something elevating,great,and good,and hewished that he could produce similar forms from the blocksof marble.He wished to make a picture of that which waswithin him,stirring upward from his beart to the realms of the infinite;but how,and in what from?The soft clay was fashioned under his fingers into forms of beauty,but thenext day he broke what he had fashioned,according to hiswont.

"One day he walked past one of those rich palaces ofwhich Rome has many to show.He stopped before the greatopen portal,and beheld13 a garden surrounded by cloisteredwalks.The garden bloomed with a goodly show of the fairest roses.Great white lilies with green juicy leaves shotupward from the marble basin in which the clear water wassplashing;and a form glided14 past,a young girl,thedaughter of the princely house,graceful15,delicate,andwonderfully fair.Such a form of female loveliness he hadnever before beheld-yet,stay:he had seen it ,painted byRaphael,painted as a Psyche16,in one of the Roman palaces.Yes,there she was painted;but here walkedalive.

"The remembrance lived in his thoughts,in his heart.He went home to his humble17 room,and modelled a Psyche of clay.It was the rich yong Roman girl,the no-ble maiden;and for the first time he looked at his workwith satisfaction.It had a meaning for him,for it was she.And the friends who saw his work shouted sloud for joy;they declared that this word was a manifestation18 of hisartistic power,of which they had long been aware,and thatnow the world should be made aware of it too.

"The clay figure was lifelike and beautiful,but it hadnot the whiteness or the durability19 of marble.So they de-clared that the Psyche must henceforth live in marble.Healready possessed20 a costly21 block of that stone.It had beenlying for years,the property of his parents,in the court-yard.Fragments of glass,and remainsof arti-chokes had gathered about it and sullied its purity;but un-der the surface the block was as white as the mountainsnow;and from this block the Psyche was to arise."

Now,it happened one mornig-the bright Star tellsnothing about this,but we know it occurred-that a nobleRoman company came into the narrow lane.The carriagestopped a little way off,the company came to inspect theyoung sculptor's work,for they had heard it spoken of bychance.And who were these distinguished23 guests?Pooryoung man!Or fortunate young man he might be called.The younp girl stood in the room and smiled radiantlywhen her father said to her,"It is your living image."That smile could not be copied,any more that the lookcould be reproduced,the wonderful look which she castupon the young artist.It was a look that seemed at onceto elevate and to crush him.

"The Psyche must be executed in marble,"said thewealthy patrician.And those were words of life for thedead clay and the heavy block of marble,and words oflife likewise for the deeply-moved artist."When the workis finished I will purchase it,"continued the rich noble.

A new era seemed to have arisen in the poor studio.Life and cheerfulness gleamed there,and busy industryplied its work.The beaming Morning Star beheld how thework progressd.The clay itself seemed inspired sinceshe had been there,and moulded itself,in heightenedheauty,to a likeness25 of the well-know features.

"Now I know what life is,"cried the artist rejoic-ingly;"it is Love!It is the lofty abandonment of self forthe dawning of the beautiful in the soul!What my friendscall life and enjoyment26 is a passing shadow;it is likebubbles among seething27 dregs,not the pure heavenly winethat consecrates28 us to life."

The marble block was reared in its place.The chiselstruck great fragments from it;the measurements weretaken,points and lines were made,the mechanical partwas executed,till gradually the stone assumed a humanfemale form,a shape of beauty,and became convertedinto the Psyche,fair and glorious-a divine being in hu-man shape.The heavy stone appeared as a gliding,danc-ing,airy Psyche,with the heavenly innocent smile-thesimile that had mirrored itself in the soul of the youngartist.

The Star of the roseate dawn beheld and understoodwhat was stirring within the young man,and could read themeaning of the changing colour of his cheek,of tha lightthat flashed from his eye,as he stood busily working,re-producing what had been put into his soul from above.

"Thou are a master like those masters among the an-cient Greeks,"exclaimed his delighted friends:"soon shallthe whole world admire thy Psyche."

"My Psyche!"he repeated."Yes,mine.She mustbe mine.I,too,am an artist,like those great men whoare gone.Providence has granted me the boon29,and hasmade me the equal of that lady of noble birth."

And he knelt down and breathed a prayer of thankful-ness to Heaven,and then he forgot Heaven for her sake-for the sake of her picture in stone-for the Psyche whichstood there as if formed of snow,blushing in the morningdawn.

He was to see her in reality,the living graceful Psy-che,whose words sounded like music in his ears.He couldnow carry the news into the rich palace that the marblePsyche was finished.He betook himself thither,strodethrough the open courtyard where the waters ran splashingfrom the dolphins jaws30 into the marble basin,where thesnowy lilies and the fresh roses bloomed in abundance.Hestepped into the great lofty hall,whose walls and ceilingsshone with gilding and bright colours and heraldic devices.Gaily dressed serving-men,adorned31 with trappings likesleigh horese, walked to and fro,and some reclined attheir ease upon the carved oak seats,as if they were themasters of the house.He told them his errand,and wasconducted up the shining marble staircase,covered withsoft carpets and adorned with many a statue. Then he wenton through richly furnished chambers32,over mosaic33 floorsamid grogeous pictures.All this pomp and luxury seemedto weary him;but soon he felt relieved,for the princelyold master of the house received him most graciously, al-most heartily;and when he took his leave he was requestedto step into the Signora's apartment,for she,too,wishedto see him.The servants led him through more luxurioushalls and chambers into her room,where she appeared thechief and leading ornament.

She spoke22 to him.No hymn34 of supplication,no holychant could melt his soul like the sound of her voice.Hetook her hand and lifted it to his lips:no rose was softer,but a fire thrilled through him from tiis rose-a feeling ofpower came upon him,and words poured from his tongue-he knew not what he said.Does the crater35 of thevolcano know that glowing lava36 is pouring from it?Heconfessed what he felt for her.She stood before him as-tonished,offended,proud,with contempt in her face,anexpression as if she had suddenly touched a wet,clammyfrog;her cheeks reddened,her lips grew white,ana hereyes flashed fire,though they were dark as the blacknessof night.

"Madman!"she cried,"away!begone!"And she turned her back upon him.Her beautiful face wore an expression like that of the stony37 countenancewith the snaky ocks.

Like a stricken,fainting man,he tottered38 down thestair and out into the street.Like a man walking in hissleep,he found his way back to his dwelling.Then hewoke up to madness and agony,and seized his hammer,swung it high in the air,and rushed forward to shatter thebeautiful marble image.But,in his pain,he had not no-ticed that his friend Angelo stood beside him;and Angeloheld back his arm with a strong grasp,crying, "Are you mad?What are you about?"

They struggled together.Angelo was the stronger;and with a deep sigh of exhaustion,the young artist threwhimself into a chair.

"What has happened?"asked Angelo."Command yourself.Speak!"

But what could he say?How could he explain?And as Angelo could make no sense of his friend's incoherentwords,he forbore to question him further,and merelysaid, "Your blood grows thick from your eternal dreaming.Be a man,as all others are,and don't gn on living inideals for that is what drives men crazy.A jovial39 feastwill make you sleep quietly and happily.Believe me,thetime will come when you will be old,and your sinews will shrink,and then,on some fine sunshiny day,when every-thing is laughing and rejoicing,you will lie there a faded plant,that will grow more.I do not live in dreams,but in reality.Come with me:be a man!"

And he drew the artist away with him.At this mo- ment he was able to do so,for a fire ran in the blood of the young sculptor;a cbange had taken place in his soul;he felt a longing40 to tear himself away from the old,the accus- tomed-to forget,if possible,his own individuality;and therefore it was that he followed Angelo.

In an out-of-the-way suburb of Rome lay a tavern41 much visited by artists.It was built on the ruins of some ancient baths.The great yellow citrons hung down among the dark shining leaves and covered a part of the old red- dish-yellow walls.The tavern consisted of a vaulted42 cham- ber,almost like a cavern,in the ruins.A lamp burned there before the picture of the Madonna.A great fire gleamed on the hearth,and roasting and boliing was going on there;without,under the citron trees and laurels,stood a few covered tables.

The two artists were received by their friends with shouts of welcome.Little was eaten,but much was drunk, and the spirits of the company rose Songs were sung and ditties were played on the guitar;presently the Saltarello sounded,and the merry dance began.Two young Romangirls,who sat as models to the artists,took part in thedance and in the festivity.Two charming Bacchantes werethey;certainly not Psyches-not delicate beautiful roses,but fresh,hearty,glowing carnations43

How hot it was on that day!Even after sundown itwas hot:there was fire in the blood,fire in every glance,fire everywhere.The air gleamed with gold and roses,andlife seemed like gold and roses.

"At last you have joined us,for once,"said hisfriends."Now let yourself be carried by the awves withinand around you.

"Never yet have I felt so well,so merry!"cried theyoung artist."You are right,you are all of you right.Iwas a fool,a dreamer-man belongs to reality,and not tofancy.

With song and with sounding guitars the young peo-ple returned that evening from the tavern,through thenarrow streets;the two glowing carnations,daughters ofthe Campagna,went with them.

In Angelo's room among a litter of coloured sketch44-es,studies, and glowing plctures,the voices soundedmellower but not less merrily.On the ground lay many a sketch that resembled the daughters of the Campagna,intheir fresh comeliness,but the two originals were farhandsomer than their portraits.All the burners of the six-armed lamp flared45 and flamed;and the human flamed upfrom within,and appeared in the glare as if it weredivine.

"Apollo!Jupiter!I feel myself sed to your heav-en,to your glory!I feel as if the blossom of life were un-folding itself in my veins46 at this moment!

Yes,the blossom unfolded itself,and then burst andfell,and an evil vapour arose from it,blinding the sight,leading astray the fancy—the firework of the senses wentout,and it became dark.

He was again in his own room;there he sat down onhis bed and collected his thoughts.

"Fie on thee!"—these were the words that soundedout of his mouth from the depths of his heart."Wretchedman,go,begone!"And a deep painful sigh burst from hisbosom.

"Away!begone!"These,her words,the words of theliving Psyche,echoed through his heart,escaped from hislips.He buried his bead47 in the pillows,his thoughts grewconfused,and he fell asleep.

In the morning dawn he started up,and collected histhoughts anew.What had happened?Had all the past beena dream?The visit to her,the feast at the tavern,theevening with the purple carnations of the Campagna?No,itwas all real-a reality he had never before experienced.

Ih the purple air gleamed the bright Star,and itsbeams fell upon him and upon the marble Psyche.Hetrembled as he looked at the picture of immortality,and hisglance seemed impure48 to him.He threw the cloth over thestatue,and then touched it once more to unveil the form-but he was not able to look again at his own work.

Gloomy,quiet,absorbed in his own thoughts,he satthere through the long day;he heard nothing of what wasgoing on around him,and no man guessed what was pass-ing in this human soul.

And days and weeks went by,but the nights passedmore slowly than the days.The flashing Star beheld himone morning as he rose,pale and trembling with fever,from his sad couch;then he stepped towards the statue,threw back the covering,took one long sorrowful gaze athis work.and then,almost sinking beneath the burden,hedragged the statue out into the garden.In that place was anold dry well,now nothing but a hole:into this he cast thePsyche,threw earth in above her,and covered up the spotwith twigs49 and nettles.

"Away!begone!"Such was the short epitaph hespoke.

The Star beheld all this from the pink morning sky,and its beam trembled upon two great tears on the palefeverish cheeks of the young man;and soon it was said thathe was sick unto death,and he lay stretched upon a bed ofpain.

The monk50 Ignatius visited him sa a physician and a friend,and brought him words of comfort,of religion,andspoke to him of the peace and happiness of the Church,of the sinfulness of man,of rest and mercy to be found inheaven.

And the words fell like warm sunbeams upon a teeming51 soil.The soil smoked and sent up clouds of mist,fantastic pictures,pictures in which there was reality;and from these floating islands he looked across at humanlife.He found it vanity and delusion52-and vanity anddelusion it had been to him.They told him that art was asorcerer,betraying us to vanity and to earthly lusts;thatwe are false to ourselves,unfaithful to our friends,un-faithful towards Heaven;and that the serpent was alwaysrepeating within us,"Eat,and thou shalt become as God."

And it appeared to him as if now,for the first time,he knew himself,and had found the way that leads to truth and to peace.In the Church was the light and thebrightness of God-in the monk's cell he should find therest through which the tree of human life might grow oninto eternity.

Brother Ignatius strengthened his longings,and thedetermination became firm within him.A child of theworld became a servant of the Church-the young artist renounced53 the world,and retired54 into the cloister.

The brothers came forward affectionately to welcomehim,and his inauguration55 as a Sunday feast.Heaven seemed to him to dwell in the sunshine of the church,andto beam upon him from the holy pictures and from the cross.And when,in the evening,at the sunset hour,hestood in his little cell,and,opening the window,lookedout upon old Rome, upon the desolated56 temples,and thegreat dead Coliseum-when he saw all this in its springgarb,when the acacias bloomed,and the ivy57 was fresh,and roses burst forth everywhere,and the citron and or-ange were in the height of their beauty,and the palmtrees waved their branches-then he felt a deeper emotionthan had ever yet thrilled through him.The quiet openCampagna spread itself forth towards the blue snow-cov-ered mountains,which seemed to be painted in the air;all the outlines melting into each other,breathing peaceand beauty,floating,dreaming-and all appearing like adream!

Yes,this world was a dream,and the dream lasts forhoure,and may return for hours;but convent life is a lifeof years-long years,and many years.

From within comes much that renders men impure.He felt the truth of this.What flames arose in him attimes!What a source of evil,of that which he would not,welled up continually!He mortified58 his body,but the evilcame from within.

One day,after the lapse59 of many years, he met An-gelo,who recognized him.

"Man!"exclaimed Angelo."Yes,it is thou! Artthou happy now?Thou hast sinned against God,and castaway His boon from thee-hast neglected thy mission inthis world!Read the parable60 of the talents!The MASTER,who spoke that parable,spoke truth!What hast thougained?What hast thou found?Dost thou not fashion forthyseif a religion and a dreamy life after thine own idea,asalmost all do?Suppose all this is a dream,a fair delu-sion!"

"Get thee away from me,Satan!"said the monk;andhe quitted Angelo.

"There is a devil,a personal devil!This day I haveseen him!"said the monk to himself."Once I extended afinger to him,and he took my whole hand.But no,"hesighed,"The evil is within me,and it is in yonder man;but it does not bow him down;he goes aboard with headerect,and enjoys his comfort;and I grasped at comfort in theconsolations of religion.If it were nothing but a consolation?Supposing everything here were,like the world I have quitted,only a beautiful fancy, a delusion like the beauty of the evening clouds,like the misty61 blue of the distant hills!—when you spproach them,they are very differ- ent!O eternity!Thou actest like the great calm ocean, that beckons62 us,and fills us with expectation—and when we embark63 upon thee,we sink,disappear,and cease to be.Delusion!away with it!Begone!"

And tearless,but sunk in bitter reflection,he sat upon his hard couch,and then knelt down-before whom?Before the stone cross fastened to the wall?— No,it was only habit that made him take this position.

The more deeply he looked into his own heart the blacker did the darkness seem."Nothing within,nothing without-this life squandered64 and cast away!"And this thought rolled and grew like a snowball,until it seemed to crush him.

"I can confide65 my griefs to none.I may speak to none of the gnawing66 worm within.My secret is my prison- er;if I let the captive escape,I shall be his!" And the godlike power that dwelt within him suffered and strove.

"O Lord,my Lord!"he cried in his desper,"be merciful,and grant me faith.I threw away the gift thou hadst vouchsafed67 to me,I left my mission unfulfilled.I lacked strength,and strength strength thou didst not give me.Im-mortality-the Psyche in my breast-the Psyche in my breast-away with it!—itshall be buried like that Psyche,the best gleam of my life;never will it arise out of its grave!"

The Star glowed in the roseate air,the Star that shall surely be extinguished and pass away while the soul still lives on;its trembling beam fell upon the white wall, but it wrote nothing there upon being made perfect in God,nothing of the hope of mercy,of the reliance on the divine love that thrills through the heart of the believer.

"The Psyche within can never die.Shall it live in consciousness?Can the incomprehensible happen?Yes, yes.My being is incomprehensible.Thou art unfath- omable,O Lord.Thy whole world is incomprehensible-a wonder-work of power,of glory,and fo love."

His eyes gleamed,and then closed in death.The tolling68 of the church bell was the last sound that echoedabove him,above the dead man;and they buried him, covering him with earth that had been brought from Jerusalem,and in which was mingled69 the dust of many ofthe pious70 dead. When years has gone by his skeleton was dug up,asthe skeletons of the monks71 who had died before him hadbeen:it was clad in a brown frock,a rosary was put intothe bony hand,and the form was placed among the ranks ofother skeletons in the cloisters72 of the convent.And the sunshone without,while within the censers were waved and theMass was celebrated.

And years rolled by.

The bones fell asunder73 ans became ningled with oth-ers.Skulls were piled up till they formed an outer wallaround the church;and there lay also his head in the burning sun,for many dead were there,and no one knewtheir names,and his name was forgotten also.And see,something was moving in the sunshine,in the sightlesscavernous eyes!What might that be?A sparkling lizardmoved about in the skull74,gliding in and out through thesightless holes.The lizard75 now represented all the life leftin that head,in which,once,great thoughts,bright dreams,the love of art and of the glorious had arisen,whence hot tears had rolled down,where hope and immor-tality had had their being.The lizard sprang away and dis-appeared,and the skull itself crumbled76 to pieces and be-came dust among dust.Centuries passed away.The brightStar gleamed unaltered,radiant and large,as it had gleamed for thousands of years,and the air glowed red withtints fresh as roses,crimson like blood.

There,where once had stood the narrow lane contain-ing the ruins of the temple,a nunnery was now built;agrave was being dug in the convent garden,for a youngnun had died,and was to be laid in the earth this morn-ing.The spade struck against a stone that shone dazzlingwhite.A block of marble soon appeared,a rounded shoul-der was laid hare,and now the spade was plied24 with a more careful hand,and presently a female head was seen,and butterflies'wings.Out of the grave in which theyoung nun77 was to be laid they lifted,in the rosy morning,a wonderful statue of a Psyche carved in white marble.

"How beautiful,how perfect it is!"cried the spec-tators."A relic78 of the best period of art."

And who could the sculptor have been? No one knew,no one remembered him,except the bright Starthat had gleamed for thousands of years.The Star hadseen the course of that life on earth,and knew of theman's trials,of his weakness-in fact,that he had beenbut human.The man's life had passed away,his dusthad been scattered79 abroad as dust is destined80 to be;butthe result of his noblest striving,the glorious work thatgave token of the divine element within him-the Psychethat never dies,that live beyond posterity-the bright-ness even of this earthly Psyche remained here after himand was seen and acknowledged and appreciated.

The bright Morning Star in the roseate air threw itsglancing ray downward upon the Psyche,and upon the ra-diant countenances81 of the admiring spectators,who herebeheld the image of the soul portrayed82 in marble.

What is earthly will pass away and be forgotten,andthe Star in the vast firmament83 knows it.What is heavenlywill shine brightly through posterity;and when the ages ofposterity are past,the Psyche-the soul-will still liveon!

素 琪

 

天亮的时分,有一颗星——一颗最明亮的晨星——在玫瑰色的空中发出闪耀的光彩。它的光线在白色的墙上颤动着,好像要把它所知道的东西和数千年来在我们这个转动着的地球上各处看到的东西,都在那墙上写下来。

我们现在来听它讲的一个故事吧:

不久以前,——这颗星儿所谓的“不久以前”就等于我们人间的“几个世纪以前”——我的光辉跟着一个艺术家走。那是在教皇住的城里,在世界的城市罗马里面。在时间的过程中,那儿有许多东西改变了,可是这些改变并没有像童年到老年这段时间的改变来得那么快。那时罗马皇帝们的宫殿,像现在一样,已经是一堆废墟。在倒下的大理石圆柱之间,在残破的、但是墙上的涂金仍然没有完全退色的浴室之间,生长着无花果树和月桂树。“诃里生”也是一堆废墟。教堂的钟声响着;四处弥漫着的香烟,高举着明亮的蜡烛和华盖的信徒的行列,在大街上游行过去。人们都虔诚地信仰宗教,艺术受到尊崇和敬仰。在罗马住着世界上最伟大的画家拉斐尔;这儿也住着雕刻家的始祖米开朗琪罗。甚至教皇都推崇这两个人而特别去拜访他们一次;人们理解艺术,尊崇艺术,同时也给它物质的奖励!不过,虽然如此,并不是每件伟大和成熟的东西都会被人看见和知道的。

在一条狭小的巷子里有一幢古老的房子。它曾经是一座神庙;这里面现在住着一个年轻的艺术家。他很贫穷,也没有什么名气。当然他也有些艺术家的朋友。他们都很年轻——在精神方面,在希望和思想方面,都很年轻。他们都告诉他,说他有很高的才气和能力,但也说他很傻,对于自己的才能没有信心。他老是把自己用粘土雕塑出来的东西打得粉碎,他老是不满意,从来不曾完成一件作品;而他却应该完成他的作品,假如他希望他的作品能被人看见和换取钱财的话。

“你是一个梦想家!”他们对他说,“而这正是你的不幸!这里面的原因是:你还没有生活过,没有尝到过生活,没有狼吞虎咽地去享受过生活——而生活却是应该这样去享受的。一个人在年轻的时候,可以,而且应该投身到生活中去,和生活融成一片。请看那位伟大的工匠拉斐尔吧,教皇尊崇他,世人景仰他;他既能吃面包,也能喝酒。”

“甚至面包店的老板娘——那位美丽的艾尔纳莉娜[——他都津津有味地把她画下来呢!]”一个最愉快的年轻的朋友安吉罗说。

是的,他们讲了许多这类与他们的年龄和知识相称的话语。他们想把这个年轻的艺术家一道拉到快乐的生活中去——也可以说是拉到放荡的疯狂的生活中去吧。有些时候,他也想陪陪他们。他的血是热的,想象是强烈的。他也能参加愉快的聊天,跟大家一样大声地狂笑。不过他们所谓的“拉斐尔的欢乐的生活”在他面前像一层蒸汽似地消散了;他只看到这位伟大的工匠的作品散射出来的光芒。他站在梵蒂冈城内,站在数千年来许多大师雕刻的那些大理石像的面前。他胸中起了一种雄浑的感觉,感到身体里有某种崇高、神圣、高超、伟大和善良的东西。于是他也希望能从大理石中创造出和雕刻出同样的形象。他希望能从自己心中所感觉着的、向那永恒无际的空间飞跃着的那种感觉,创造出一种形象来。不过怎么样的一种形象呢?柔软的粘土被他的手指塑成了美的形象;不过第二天他照例又把他所创造的东西毁掉了。

有一天他走过一个华丽的宫殿——这样的建筑物在罗马是很多的。他在一个敞开的大门面前停下来,看到了一个挂满了美丽画幅的长廊。这个长廊围绕着一个小小的花园。花园里面开满了最美丽的玫瑰花。大朵的、雪白的、长着水汪汪的绿叶子的百合花从喷着清泉的大理石池子里开出来。这时有一个人影在旁边轻盈地走过去了。这是一个年轻的姑娘,这座王府家里的女儿。她是那么优雅,那么娇柔,那么美丽!的确,他从来没有见到过这样一个女性,——她是拉斐尔画出来的,作为素琪的形象绘在罗马的一个宫殿里的。是的,她是绘在那里;但是她现在却在这儿活生生地走过。

她在他的思想和心中活下来了。他回到他那座简陋的房间里去,用粘土塑造了一个素琪的形象。这就是那位华丽的、年轻的罗马姑娘,那位高贵的小姐。这也是他第一次对自己的作品感到满意。这件作品对他具有一种意义,因为它代表她。他所有的朋友,一看到这件作品,就快乐地欢呼起来。这件作品显示出他的艺术天才。他们早就看出了这一点,现在全世界也要看到它了。

这个粘土的塑像真是栩栩如生,但是它没有大理石所具有的那种洁白和持久性。这个素琪的生命应该用大理石雕刻出来,而且他已经有一块贵重的大理石。那是他的父母的财产,搁在院子里已经有许多年了。玻璃瓶碎片、茴香梢子和朝鲜蓟的残茎堆在它的四周,玷污了它的洁白;不过它的内部仍然洁白得像山上的积雪。素琪将要从这块石头中获得生。

这样的事情就在某一天发生了——那颗明亮的星儿一点也没有讲出来,[也没有看到,]但是我们却看到了。一群罗马的贵客走进这个狭小而寒碜的巷子。他们的车子在一个不远的地方停下来,然后这群客人就来参观这个年轻艺术家的作品,因为他们曾经偶然听到别人谈起他。这些高贵的拜访者是谁呢?可怜的年轻人!他也可以说是一个非常幸运的年轻人吧。那位年轻的姑娘现在就亲自站在他的房间里。当她的父亲对她说“这简直是你的一个缩影”的时候,她笑得多么美啊!这个微笑是无法模拟出来的,正如她的视线是无法模拟的一样——那道朝这青年艺术家一瞥的、奇异的视线。这是一个崇高、高贵、同时也具有摧毁力的视线。

“这个素琪一定要用大理石雕刻出来!”那位富有的贵族说。

这对于那没有生命的粘土和沉重的大理石说来,是一句富有生命的话,对于这位神往的青年艺术家说来,也是一句富有生命的话。

“这件作品一完成,我就要把它买去,”这位贵族说。

一个新的时代似乎在这间简陋的工作室里开始了。生命和快乐在这儿发出光辉,辛勤的劳动在这儿进行着。那颗明亮的晨星看到了这工作的进展。粘土也似乎自从她到这儿来过以后就获得了灵感;它以高度的美感把自己变成一个难忘的面貌。

“现在我知道生命是什么了!”这位艺术家快乐地高呼着;“生命就是爱!生命就是‘壮丽’的升华,‘美’的陶醉!朋友们所谓的生命和享受不过是稍纵即逝的幻影,发酵的渣滓中所冒出的泡沫,而不是那赋予生命的神圣的祭坛上的纯酒。”

大理石立起来了。錾子从它上面凿下大片的碎块。它被量过了,点和线都被划出来了,技术的部分都完成了,直到这块石头渐渐成为一个躯体,一个“美”的形态,最后变成素琪——美丽得像一个反映出上帝的形象的少女。这块沉重的石头现在成了一个活泼、轻盈、缥缈、迷人的素琪;她的嘴唇上飘着一丝神圣的、天真无邪的微笑——那个深深地映在这位年轻的雕刻家心里的微笑。

当他正在忙着工作、把上帝给他的灵感变成具体的形象的时候,那颗晨星在玫瑰色的晨曦中看到了这情景,也了解到这年轻人心里的激动,同时也认出了他脸上的颜色的变幻,以及在他眼睛中闪耀着的光彩的意义。

“你是一个大师,像古希腊的那些大师一样!”他的高兴的朋友们说:“不久全世界就要对你的素琪感到惊奇了。”

“我的素琪!”他重复着这个名词,“我的!是的,她应该是我的!像过去的那些伟大的巨匠一样,我也是一个艺术家!上天赐给我这种恩典。把我提高到与贵人同等的地位。”

于是他跪下来,向上帝流出感谢的眼泪,接着由于她——那座用石头雕出的她的形象,那座好像是用雪花砌成的、在晨曦中泛出红光的素琪的形象——他又忘记了上帝。

事实上,他应该看看她——那个活着的、轻盈的声音像音乐似的她。他可以送一个消息到那个豪华的公馆里去,说那个大理石的素琪已经完工了。他现在就向那儿走去;走过宽广的庭院——这儿,在大理石的池子里,有海豚在喷着水,百合在开着花,新鲜的玫瑰花苞在开放。他走进一间高阔的大厅——墙上和天花板上涂着的彩色、纹章和图案射出灿烂的光辉。穿着华丽服装的仆人——他们像拉雪橇的马儿似地戴着许多叮当的小铃——在高视阔步地走来走去。有几位还自在地、傲慢地躺在木雕的凳子上,好像他们就是这家的主人似的。

他把他的来意告诉他们。于是他就被带到一个大理石砌的楼梯上去;楼梯上铺有柔软的地毯,两边有许多石像。他走过许多富丽的房间;墙上挂着许多图画,地上镶着由种种不同颜色的石块拼成的花纹。这种琳琅满目的景象使他感到呼吸沉重;但是不一会儿他就感到一阵轻松,因为这家的高贵的老主人对他非常谦和,几乎可说是很热烈。他们谈完话以后,他在告别时还叫他去看一看小姐,因为她也希望看到他。仆人们领着他走过富丽的大厅和小室一直到她的房间里去——这里最华贵的东西就是她。

她和他谈话。任何赞美歌、任何礼神颂,都不能像她那样能融化他的心,超升他的灵魂。他提起她的手来吻着。没有什么玫瑰花比这更柔和;而且这朵玫瑰花还发出火,火透进他的全身。他感到了超升。话语从他的舌尖上涌出来——他不知道自己在讲什么东西。火山洞口能知道它在喷出炽热的熔岩吗?他对她表示了自己的爱情。她立在他面前,惊呆,愤怒,骄傲。她脸上露出一种藐视,一种好像忽然摸过了一只粘湿的青蛙时的那种表情。她的双颊红起来了,嘴唇发白,眼睛冒火——虽然这对眼睛像黑夜一般乌黑。

“你疯了!”她说。“走开吧!滚开吧!”

于是她就掉转身不理他。她美丽的面孔所现出的表情,跟那个满头盘着蛇的、脸像石头一般的表情差不多。

像一个失掉了知觉的人一样,他摇摇欲倒地走到街上来。像一个梦游者一样,他摸到自己的家里来。这时他忽然惊醒,陷入一种疯狂和痛苦中。他拿起锤子,高高地举向空中,要把这尊大理石像打得粉碎。可是在痛苦中,他没有注意到,他的朋友安吉罗就在他的旁边。安吉罗一把抓住他的手臂,说:

“你疯了吗?你在做什么?”

他们两人扭作一团。安吉罗的气力比他大。这位年轻的艺术家,深深地叹了一口气,就倒到椅子上去了。

“出了什么事情呢?”安吉罗问。“放镇定些吧。说呀!”

可是他能够说什么呢?他怎么能够解释呢?安吉罗在他的话里找不到什么线索,所以也就不再问了。

“你天天在做梦,弄得你的血液都要停滞了。像我们大家一样,做一个现实的人吧,不要老是生活在想象中,弄得理智失常呀!好好地醉一次,那么你就可以舒服地睡一觉![让一位漂亮的姑娘来做你的医生吧!平原上的姑娘也是很美丽的,并不亚于大理石宫里的公主。她们都是夏娃的女儿,在天国里没有丝毫分别,跟着你的安吉罗来吧!我就是你的安琪儿,活生生的安琪儿!]有一天你会衰老,你的筋骨会萎缩;于是在某个晴朗的日子你就会躺下来,当一切在欢笑和快乐的时候,你就会像凋零的草儿一样,再也生长不了。[我不相信牧师说的话,认为在坟墓的后面还有一种生活——这只不过是一种美丽的想象,一种讲给孩子听的童话罢了;只有当你能够想象它的时候,它才能引起兴趣。]我不是在梦中生活,我是在现实中生活。跟我一块儿来吧,做一个现实的人吧!”

于是他就把他拉走了。在此时此刻,他能做到这一点,因为这个年轻艺术家的血液里正燃着火,他的灵魂在起变化。他有一种迫切的要求,要把自己从陈旧的、惰性的生活中解脱出来,要把自己从旧我中解脱出来。因此这一天他就跟着安吉罗走出去。

在罗马郊区有一个酒店;艺术家们常常到那儿去。它是建筑在古代浴池的一些废墟中间的。金黄色的大佛手柑在深厚的、有光泽的叶子间悬着,同时掩盖了那些古老的、深褐色的墙壁的一部分。这个酒店是由一个高大的拱道形成的,在废墟中间差不多像一个洞。这儿有一盏灯在圣母马利亚的像前点着。一股熊熊的大火正在炉里焚烧,上面还烤着和煮着东西。在外边的圆佛手柑树和月桂花树下,陈列着几张铺好台布的桌子。

朋友们欢呼着把这两个艺术家迎接进去。他们吃得很少,可是酒喝得很多;这造成一种欢乐的气氛。他们唱着歌,弹着吉他琴:“萨尔塔莱洛”奏起来了,欢乐的跳舞也开始了。经常为这些艺术家做模特儿的两个年轻的罗马姑娘也参加他们的跳舞,参加他们的欢乐,她们是两个迷人的巴克斯的信徒!是的,她们没有素琪的形态,不是娇柔美丽的玫瑰花,但她们却是新鲜的、热情的、通红的荷兰石竹花。

那天是多么热啊!甚至在太阳落下去了以后,天还是热的!血液里流着火,空气中燃着火,视线里射出火!空中浮着金子和玫瑰,生命也是金子和玫瑰。

“你到底跟我们在一起了!现在让你内在的和周围的波涛把你托起来吧!”

“我从来没有感到像现在这样健康和愉快过!”这位年轻的艺术家说。“你们是对的,你们都是对的。我是一个傻瓜,一个梦想家——人是属于现实的,不是属于幻想的。”

在这天星光照着的晚上,这群年轻人在歌声和吉他琴声中,通过那些狭小的街道,从酒店里回到家里来;那两朵通红的荷兰石竹花——坎帕尼亚地区的两个女儿——同他们一道回来了。

在安吉罗的房间里面,在一些杂乱的速写、随意的练习和鲜艳夺目的画幅中,他们的声音变得柔和了一些,但是并没有减低火热的情绪。地上摊着许多画页;这些画页里的素描,在生动而有力的美方面很像坎帕尼亚的那两个姑娘,不过真人还是比她们的画像要美丽得多。一盏有六个灯口的灯,从每个灯口上吐出火焰和闪光;在这些灯光中,形形色色的人形,像神祗似的,也显露出来了。

“阿波罗!丘比特!我超升到了你们的天国,到你们光华灿烂的境界!我觉得生命的花这时在我的心中开放了。”

是的,花儿开了,裂了,又谢了。一股麻醉性的邪气从那里面升起来,蒙住了视线,毒害了思想,灭掉了感官的火花,四周是一片黑暗。

他回到了他自己家里来,坐在自己的床上,整理自己的思想。

“呸?”这是从他心的深处,通过他的嘴发出的字眼。“可怜的人啊,走开吧,滚开吧!”于是他发出一种痛苦的叹息。

“走开吧!滚开吧!”这是她的话,一个活着的素琪的话。这话在他的心里萦绕着,终于从他的嘴里冲出来。他把头埋在枕头里,他的思想很混乱,于是就睡去了。

天亮的时候,他跳下床来。他重新整理他的思想。发生过什么事情呢?难道这全都是一场梦吗?到她家去的拜访,在酒店里的狂欢,那天晚上跟坎帕尼亚的那对紫红色的荷兰石竹花的集会——难道这都是梦吗?不,这一切都是真事——是他从来没有体验过的真实生活。

那颗明亮的星在紫红色的空中闪耀着;它的光辉照在他身上,照在那尊大理石雕的素琪身上。当他看到这个不朽的形象的时候,就颤抖起来,他似乎觉得自己的视线不纯洁,他用布把她盖起来。在他要揭开的时候,他摸了她一次,但是再也没有气力看自己的作品了。

他坐在那儿愁眉不展,一言不发,堕入深思中去;他坐了一整天;他听不见周围发生的一切事情。谁也猜不出这个人的心里究竟在想着什么东西。

许多日子、许多星期过去了。黑夜是最长的。有一天早晨,那颗闪亮的星儿看见他:他的面孔发白,全身因为发热而颤抖;他走向那座大理石像,把那块覆盖着的布拉向一边,以悲痛的眼光,把他的作品凝望了好久;最后他把这座石像拖向花园里去,它的重量几乎把他压倒了。这儿有一口颓败的枯井;它除了一个洞口以外什么也没有。他就把这个素琪推到里面去,然后用土把她盖上,最后他用枝条和荨麻掩住了这个洞口。

“走开吧,滚开吧!”这是他的简短的送葬辞。

那颗星儿在清晨的玫瑰色的天空中看到了这幅情景;它的光在这年轻人惨白的面孔上的两颗沉重的眼泪里颤动着。他在发烧,病得要死,人们说他快要断气了。

修道士依洛纳提乌斯作为一个朋友和医生来看他,带给他宗教上的安慰的话语,谈起宗教中的和平与快乐、人类的罪过,和从上帝所能得到的慈悲与安息。

这番话像温暖的太阳光,照在肥沃的土壤上。土壤冒着水蒸气,升起一层雾,形成一系列的思想图画,而这些图画是有现实的基础的。从这些浮着的岛上,他遥望下边人类的生活:这生活充满了错误和失望——而他自己的生活也是如此。

艺术是一个女术士,把我们带进虚荣和人世间的情欲中去。我们对自己虚伪,对朋友虚伪,对上帝也虚伪。那条蛇老是不停地在我们的心里讲:“吃吧,你将会像上帝一样。”

他觉得他现在第一次认识了自己,找到了真理和和平的道路。教会就是上帝的光和光明——在修道土的静修室内他将找到安静,在安静中人生的树将可以永恒地生长下去。

师兄依洛纳提乌斯支持他的信心;他的决心变得更加坚定。人间的儿子现在变成了教会的一个仆人——这个年轻艺术家舍弃了人世,到修道院里去隐居起来了。师兄师弟们是多么热情地欢迎他啊!他加入教会的仪式像一个节日。在他看来,上帝就生活在教会的太阳光里,从那些神圣的画像和明亮的十字架上对他射出光来。在黄昏,当太阳落下去的时候,他在他的静修室里打开窗子,向古老的罗马,向那些残破的庙宇和那庄严的、毁灭了的“诃里生”眺望。他在春天里看到这一切;这时槐树正开满了花,长春藤在现出新鲜的绿色,玫瑰花在遍地舒展着花瓣,圆佛手柑和橙子在发着光,棕榈树在摇动着枝叶;这时他感到一种他从来没有感到过的、激动着他的感觉。那片广阔的、安静的坎帕尼亚向那蓝色的、盖满积雪的高山展开去,好像它是被绘在空中似的。它们都相互融成一个整体,呈现出和平和美的气息;它们在一种梦境中飘浮着,这全部都是一个梦!

是的,这个世界是一个梦。这个梦可以一连做许多钟头,做完了又继续做下去。但是修道院的生活是经年累月的生活——是无穷尽的岁月的生活。

内心可以产生许多不洁的东西。他得承认这个事实!在他心里有时偶尔燃烧起来的那种火焰究竟是什么呢?那种违反他的志愿的、不停地流着的罪恶的泉水,究竟是什么呢?他责备着他的躯体,但是罪恶却是从他的内心里流出来的。[他的精神里有一部分东西,像蛇一样柔软,卷作一团,和他的良心一道在博爱的外衣下隐藏起来,同时这样来安慰自己:那些圣者在为我们祈祷,圣母也在为我们祈祷,耶稣甚至还在为我们流血——这究竟是什么呢?难道这是孩子气或青年人的轻浮习气在作怪,把自己置于上帝仁慈之下,以为自己就因此得到超升,高出一切世人之上吗?] 许多年以后,有一天他遇到了还能认出他的安吉罗。

“嘿!”他说,“不错,就是你!你现在很快乐吗?你违反了上帝的意志而犯了罪,你舍弃了他赐给你的才能——你忽略了你在人世间要完成的任务!请你读读关于那个藏钱的寓言吧!大师作的这个寓言,就是真理呀!你得到了什么呢?你找到了什么呢?你不是在创造一个梦的生活吗?你不是也像大多数人一样,根据你自己的一套想法,为你自己创造了一个宗教吗?好像一切就是一个梦、一个幻想似的!多荒唐的思想呀!”

“魔鬼啊,请你走开吧!”这位修道士说。于是他就从安吉罗那里走开。

“这是一个魔鬼,一个现身说法的魔鬼!今天我算是亲眼看到他了!”这位修道士低声说。“只要我向他伸出一个手指,他就会抓住我整个的手。但是不成,”他叹了一口气,“罪恶是在我自己的身体里面,罪恶也是在这个人的身体里面。但是他却没有被罪恶压倒;他昂起头,自由自在地,享受着自己的快乐,而我却在宗教的安慰中去追求我的愉快。假如说这只不过是一个安慰而已呢?假如说,这儿的一切,像我舍弃了的人世那样,只不过是些美丽的梦想罢了?只不过像红色的暮云那样美的、像远山那样淡蓝的幻觉,而当你一走进这些东西的时候,他们却完全不是那么一回事呢?永恒啊!你像一个庞大的、无边的风平浪静的海洋,你向我们招手,向我们呼喊,使我们充满了期望——而当我们向你追求的时候,我们就下沉,消逝、灭亡,失去了存在!幻想啊!走开吧!滚开吧!”

他坐在坚硬的卧榻上没有眼泪可流,他沉浸在苦思之中;他跪下来——跪在谁的面前呢?跪在墙边那个石雕的十字架面前吗?——不是的,是习惯使身躯这样弯下来。

他越陷入深思,就越感到黑暗。“内心是空的,外面也是空的!这一生算是浪费掉了!”这个思想的雪球在滚动着,越滚越大,把他压碎——把他消灭了。

“我无法把那个咬噬着我的内心的毛虫讲给任何人听!我的秘密就是在我手中的囚徒。如果我释放他,那么我就会被他所掌握!”

上帝的力量在他身体内笑着,斗争着。

“上帝啊!上帝啊!”他在失望中呼号着,“请发慈悲,给我信心吧!你的赐予,我已经舍弃掉了;我放弃了我在世界上应该完成的任务。我缺乏力量,而你并没有赐给我力量。‘不朽’啊——我胸中的素琪……走开吧!滚开吧!……它将像我生命中最好的一颗珠宝——那另一个素琪一样,要被埋葬掉了。它将永远也不能再从坟墓里升起来了!”

那颗星在玫瑰色的空中亮着;那颗星总有一天会熄灭,会消逝的;但人类的灵魂将会活下去,发出光辉。它的颤抖着的光辉照在白色的墙上,但是它没有写下上帝的荣光、慈悲、博爱和在这个信徒的心里所激动着的东西。

“我心里的素琪是永远不会死亡的……她在意识中存在吗?世上会有不可测度的存在吗?是的,是的,我自己就是不可测度的。啊,上帝啊!你也是不可测度的。你的整个世界是不可测度的……是一个具有力量的奇异的作品,是光荣,是爱!”

他的眼睛闪出光来,然后就闭上死去了。教堂的丧钟是在他身上、他这个死人的身上的一个最后的声音。人们把他埋葬了,用从耶路撒冷带来的土把他盖住了——土中混杂着虔诚圣者的骨灰。

许多年以后,像在他以前逝世的憎人一样,他的骸骨也被挖了出来;它被穿上了棕色的僧衣,手上挂上一串念珠。他的遗骨——在这修道院的坟墓里所能找到的遗骨——全都被陈列在遗骨龛里。太阳在外面照着,香烟在里面飘荡,人们正在念弥撒。

许多年过去了。

那些骸骨都倒下来了,混杂在一起。骷髅堆积起来,沿着教堂形成一座外墙。他的头也躺在灼热的太阳光中。这儿的死者真是不知有多少。谁也不知道他们的姓名;也没有人知道他的姓名。看啊,在太阳光中,那两只空洞的眼窝里有某种东西在转动!这是什么呢?有一条杂色的蜥蜴在这个骷髅的洞里活动,在那两个空洞的大眼窝里滑溜。这个脑袋里现在有了生命——这个脑袋,在某个时候,曾经产生过伟大的思想、光明的梦、对于艺术和“美”的爱;曾经流过两行热泪,曾经做过“不朽”的希望。蜥蜴逃走了,不见了;骷髅跌成了碎片,成了尘土中的尘土。

许多世纪过去了,那颗明亮的星仍然在照着,又大又亮,一点也没有改变,像它数千年以前照着的一样。空气散射出红光,像玫瑰一样鲜艳,像血一样深红。

在那块曾经是一条狭窄的小巷和一个神庙的废墟的地方,面对着一个广场,现在建立起了一个修女庵。

在修女庵的花园里,人们挖了一个坟坑,因为有一个年轻的修女死了,要在这天早晨下葬。铲子触到了一块石头,它发着雪亮的光。不一会儿,一块大理石雕的肩膀出现了,接着更多的部分露出来。这时人们就更当心地使着铲子;一个女子的头露出来了,接着是一对蝴蝶的翅膀。在这个要埋葬一位年轻的修女的坟坑里,人们在一个粉红色的早晨,取出了一个用雪白的大理石雕刻的素琪的形象。

“它是多美,多完整啊!它是一件最兴盛的时代的艺术品!”人们说。

它的雕刻师可能是谁呢?谁也不知道,除了那颗照耀了数千年的星儿以外,谁也记不起他。只有这颗星看到过他在人间一生的经历, 他的考验,他的弱点,他的概念:“只是一个人!

……不过这个人已经死了,消灭了,正如灰尘是要消灭的一样。但是他最高尚的斗争和最光荣的劳作的成果表现出他生存的神圣的一面——

这个永远不灭的、比他具有更悠久的生命的素琪。这个凡人所发出的光辉,这个他所遗下的成果,现在被人观看、欣赏、景仰和爱慕。”

那颗明亮的晨星在玫瑰色的空中对这素琪撒下它的光辉——也对观众的愉快的面孔撒下它的光辉。这些观众正在用惊奇的眼光瞻仰这尊大理石雕刻的灵魂的形象。

人世间的东西会逝去和被遗忘——只有在广阔的天空中的那颗星知道这一点。至美的东西会照着后世;等后世一代一代地过去了以后, 素琪仍然还会充满着生命!

这篇故事发表在1862年哥本哈根出版的《新的童话和故事集》第2卷第2部里。故事虽然是描写一个艺术家在他的创作过程中灵魂的颤动不安和苦闷,但事实上它也涉及到一切严肃的创作家——作家和诗人。这位艺术家“站在梵蒂冈城内,站在数千年来许多大师雕刻的那些大理石像的面前。他胸中起了一种雄浑的感觉,感到身体内有某种崇高、神圣、高超、伟大和善良的东西。于是,他也希望能从大理石中创造和雕刻出同样的形象。他希望能从自己心中所感觉着的,向那永恒无际的空间飞跃着的那种感觉,创造出一种形象来。不过怎么样的一种形象呢?”在许多年的灵魂斗争、幻想、失望及至艺术家本人灭亡,被世人遗忘以后,“在这个要埋葬一位年轻修女的坟坑里,人们在一个粉红色的早晨,取出了一个雪白的大理石雕刻的素琪的形象。”“它是多美,多完整啊!它是一种最兴盛的时代的艺术品!”梵高的画,莫扎特的音乐及其作者也几乎都有同样遭遇。


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1 rosy kDAy9     
adj.美好的,乐观的,玫瑰色的
参考例句:
  • She got a new job and her life looks rosy.她找到一份新工作,生活看上去很美好。
  • She always takes a rosy view of life.她总是对生活持乐观态度。
2 laurels 0pSzBr     
n.桂冠,荣誉
参考例句:
  • The path was lined with laurels.小路两旁都种有月桂树。
  • He reaped the laurels in the finals.他在决赛中荣膺冠军。
3 desolate vmizO     
adj.荒凉的,荒芜的;孤独的,凄凉的;v.使荒芜,使孤寂
参考例句:
  • The city was burned into a desolate waste.那座城市被烧成一片废墟。
  • We all felt absolutely desolate when she left.她走后,我们都觉得万分孤寂。
4 gilding Gs8zQk     
n.贴金箔,镀金
参考例句:
  • The dress is perfect. Don't add anything to it at all. It would just be gilding the lily. 这条裙子已经很完美了,别再作任何修饰了,那只会画蛇添足。
  • The gilding is extremely lavish. 这层镀金极为奢华。
5 fragrant z6Yym     
adj.芬香的,馥郁的,愉快的
参考例句:
  • The Fragrant Hills are exceptionally beautiful in late autumn.深秋的香山格外美丽。
  • The air was fragrant with lavender.空气中弥漫薰衣草香。
6 tapers a0c5416b2721f6569ddd79d814b80004     
(长形物体的)逐渐变窄( taper的名词复数 ); 微弱的光; 极细的蜡烛
参考例句:
  • The pencil tapers to a sharp point. 铅笔的一段细成笔尖。
  • She put five tapers on the cake. 她在蛋糕上放了五只小蜡烛。
7 sculptor 8Dyz4     
n.雕刻家,雕刻家
参考例句:
  • A sculptor forms her material.雕塑家把材料塑造成雕塑品。
  • The sculptor rounded the clay into a sphere.那位雕塑家把黏土做成了一个球状。
8 homage eQZzK     
n.尊敬,敬意,崇敬
参考例句:
  • We pay homage to the genius of Shakespeare.我们对莎士比亚的天才表示敬仰。
  • The soldiers swore to pay their homage to the Queen.士兵们宣誓效忠于女王陛下。
9 wholesome Uowyz     
adj.适合;卫生的;有益健康的;显示身心健康的
参考例句:
  • In actual fact the things I like doing are mostly wholesome.实际上我喜欢做的事大都是有助于增进身体健康的。
  • It is not wholesome to eat without washing your hands.不洗手吃饭是不卫生的。
10 mingle 3Dvx8     
vt.使混合,使相混;vi.混合起来;相交往
参考例句:
  • If we mingle with the crowd,we should not be noticed.如果我们混在人群中,就不会被注意到。
  • Oil will not mingle with water.油和水不相融。
11 inclination Gkwyj     
n.倾斜;点头;弯腰;斜坡;倾度;倾向;爱好
参考例句:
  • She greeted us with a slight inclination of the head.她微微点头向我们致意。
  • I did not feel the slightest inclination to hurry.我没有丝毫着急的意思。
12 forth Hzdz2     
adv.向前;向外,往外
参考例句:
  • The wind moved the trees gently back and forth.风吹得树轻轻地来回摇晃。
  • He gave forth a series of works in rapid succession.他很快连续发表了一系列的作品。
13 beheld beheld     
v.看,注视( behold的过去式和过去分词 );瞧;看呀;(叙述中用于引出某人意外的出现)哎哟
参考例句:
  • His eyes had never beheld such opulence. 他从未见过这样的财富。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The soul beheld its features in the mirror of the passing moment. 灵魂在逝去的瞬间的镜子中看到了自己的模样。 来自英汉文学 - 红字
14 glided dc24e51e27cfc17f7f45752acf858ed1     
v.滑动( glide的过去式和过去分词 );掠过;(鸟或飞机 ) 滑翔
参考例句:
  • The President's motorcade glided by. 总统的车队一溜烟开了过去。
  • They glided along the wall until they were out of sight. 他们沿着墙壁溜得无影无踪。 来自《简明英汉词典》
15 graceful deHza     
adj.优美的,优雅的;得体的
参考例句:
  • His movements on the parallel bars were very graceful.他的双杠动作可帅了!
  • The ballet dancer is so graceful.芭蕾舞演员的姿态是如此的优美。
16 psyche Ytpyd     
n.精神;灵魂
参考例句:
  • His exploration of the myth brings insight into the American psyche.他对这个神话的探讨揭示了美国人的心理。
  • She spent her life plumbing the mysteries of the human psyche.她毕生探索人类心灵的奥秘。
17 humble ddjzU     
adj.谦卑的,恭顺的;地位低下的;v.降低,贬低
参考例句:
  • In my humble opinion,he will win the election.依我拙见,他将在选举中获胜。
  • Defeat and failure make people humble.挫折与失败会使人谦卑。
18 manifestation 0RCz6     
n.表现形式;表明;现象
参考例句:
  • Her smile is a manifestation of joy.她的微笑是她快乐的表现。
  • What we call mass is only another manifestation of energy.我们称之为质量的东西只是能量的另一种表现形态。
19 durability Orxx5     
n.经久性,耐用性
参考例句:
  • Nylons have the virtue of durability.尼龙丝袜有耐穿的优点。
20 possessed xuyyQ     
adj.疯狂的;拥有的,占有的
参考例句:
  • He flew out of the room like a man possessed.他像着了魔似地猛然冲出房门。
  • He behaved like someone possessed.他行为举止像是魔怔了。
21 costly 7zXxh     
adj.昂贵的,价值高的,豪华的
参考例句:
  • It must be very costly to keep up a house like this.维修这么一幢房子一定很昂贵。
  • This dictionary is very useful,only it is a bit costly.这本词典很有用,左不过贵了些。
22 spoke XryyC     
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说
参考例句:
  • They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
  • The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
23 distinguished wu9z3v     
adj.卓越的,杰出的,著名的
参考例句:
  • Elephants are distinguished from other animals by their long noses.大象以其长长的鼻子显示出与其他动物的不同。
  • A banquet was given in honor of the distinguished guests.宴会是为了向贵宾们致敬而举行的。
24 plied b7ead3bc998f9e23c56a4a7931daf4ab     
v.使用(工具)( ply的过去式和过去分词 );经常供应(食物、饮料);固定往来;经营生意
参考例句:
  • They plied me with questions about my visit to England. 他们不断地询问我的英国之行。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • They plied us with tea and cakes. 他们一个劲儿地让我们喝茶、吃糕饼。 来自《简明英汉词典》
25 likeness P1txX     
n.相像,相似(之处)
参考例句:
  • I think the painter has produced a very true likeness.我认为这位画家画得非常逼真。
  • She treasured the painted likeness of her son.她珍藏她儿子的画像。
26 enjoyment opaxV     
n.乐趣;享有;享用
参考例句:
  • Your company adds to the enjoyment of our visit. 有您的陪同,我们这次访问更加愉快了。
  • After each joke the old man cackled his enjoyment.每逢讲完一个笑话,这老人就呵呵笑着表示他的高兴。
27 seething e6f773e71251620fed3d8d4245606fcf     
沸腾的,火热的
参考例句:
  • The stadium was a seething cauldron of emotion. 体育场内群情沸腾。
  • The meeting hall was seething at once. 会场上顿时沸腾起来了。
28 consecrates 01cb54bfd45adc87c3d23baa69748a17     
n.把…奉为神圣,给…祝圣( consecrate的名词复数 );奉献v.把…奉为神圣,给…祝圣( consecrate的第三人称单数 );奉献
参考例句:
  • Time consecrates: what is gray with age becomes religion. 时间考验一切,经得起时间考验的就为人所信仰。 来自互联网
29 boon CRVyF     
n.恩赐,恩物,恩惠
参考例句:
  • A car is a real boon when you live in the country.在郊外居住,有辆汽车确实极为方便。
  • These machines have proved a real boon to disabled people.事实证明这些机器让残疾人受益匪浅。
30 jaws cq9zZq     
n.口部;嘴
参考例句:
  • The antelope could not escape the crocodile's gaping jaws. 那只羚羊无法从鱷鱼张开的大口中逃脱。
  • The scored jaws of a vise help it bite the work. 台钳上有刻痕的虎钳牙帮助它紧咬住工件。
31 adorned 1e50de930eb057fcf0ac85ca485114c8     
[计]被修饰的
参考例句:
  • The walls were adorned with paintings. 墙上装饰了绘画。
  • And his coat was adorned with a flamboyant bunch of flowers. 他的外套上面装饰着一束艳丽刺目的鲜花。
32 chambers c053984cd45eab1984d2c4776373c4fe     
n.房间( chamber的名词复数 );(议会的)议院;卧室;会议厅
参考例句:
  • The body will be removed into one of the cold storage chambers. 尸体将被移到一个冷冻间里。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Mr Chambers's readable book concentrates on the middle passage: the time Ransome spent in Russia. Chambers先生的这本值得一看的书重点在中间:Ransome在俄国的那几年。 来自互联网
33 mosaic CEExS     
n./adj.镶嵌细工的,镶嵌工艺品的,嵌花式的
参考例句:
  • The sky this morning is a mosaic of blue and white.今天早上的天空是幅蓝白相间的画面。
  • The image mosaic is a troublesome work.图象镶嵌是个麻烦的工作。
34 hymn m4Wyw     
n.赞美诗,圣歌,颂歌
参考例句:
  • They sang a hymn of praise to God.他们唱着圣歌,赞美上帝。
  • The choir has sung only two verses of the last hymn.合唱团只唱了最后一首赞美诗的两个段落。
35 crater WofzH     
n.火山口,弹坑
参考例句:
  • With a telescope you can see the huge crater of Ve-suvius.用望远镜你能看到巨大的维苏威火山口。
  • They came to the lip of a dead crater.他们来到了一个死火山口。
36 lava v9Zz5     
n.熔岩,火山岩
参考例句:
  • The lava flowed down the sides of the volcano.熔岩沿火山坡面涌流而下。
  • His anger spilled out like lava.他的愤怒像火山爆发似的迸发出来。
37 stony qu1wX     
adj.石头的,多石头的,冷酷的,无情的
参考例句:
  • The ground is too dry and stony.这块地太干,而且布满了石头。
  • He listened to her story with a stony expression.他带着冷漠的表情听她讲经历。
38 tottered 60930887e634cc81d6b03c2dda74833f     
v.走得或动得不稳( totter的过去式和过去分词 );踉跄;蹒跚;摇摇欲坠
参考例句:
  • The pile of books tottered then fell. 这堆书晃了几下,然后就倒了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The wounded soldier tottered to his feet. 伤员摇摇晃晃地站了起来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
39 jovial TabzG     
adj.快乐的,好交际的
参考例句:
  • He seemed jovial,but his eyes avoided ours.他显得很高兴,但他的眼光却避开了我们的眼光。
  • Grandma was plump and jovial.祖母身材圆胖,整天乐呵呵的。
40 longing 98bzd     
n.(for)渴望
参考例句:
  • Hearing the tune again sent waves of longing through her.再次听到那首曲子使她胸中充满了渴望。
  • His heart burned with longing for revenge.他心中燃烧着急欲复仇的怒火。
41 tavern wGpyl     
n.小旅馆,客栈;小酒店
参考例句:
  • There is a tavern at the corner of the street.街道的拐角处有一家酒馆。
  • Philip always went to the tavern,with a sense of pleasure.菲利浦总是心情愉快地来到这家酒菜馆。
42 vaulted MfjzTA     
adj.拱状的
参考例句:
  • She vaulted over the gate and ran up the path. 她用手一撑跃过栅栏门沿着小路跑去。
  • The formal living room has a fireplace and vaulted ceilings. 正式的客厅有一个壁炉和拱形天花板。
43 carnations 4fde4d136e97cb7bead4d352ae4578ed     
n.麝香石竹,康乃馨( carnation的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • You should also include some carnations to emphasize your underlying meaning.\" 另外要配上石竹花来加重这涵意的力量。” 来自汉英文学 - 围城
  • Five men per ha. were required for rose production, 6 or 7 men for carnations. 种植玫瑰每公顷需5个男劳力,香石竹需6、7个男劳力。 来自辞典例句
44 sketch UEyyG     
n.草图;梗概;素描;v.素描;概述
参考例句:
  • My sister often goes into the country to sketch. 我姐姐常到乡间去写生。
  • I will send you a slight sketch of the house.我将给你寄去房屋的草图。
45 Flared Flared     
adj. 端部张开的, 爆发的, 加宽的, 漏斗式的 动词flare的过去式和过去分词
参考例句:
  • The match flared and went out. 火柴闪亮了一下就熄了。
  • The fire flared up when we thought it was out. 我们以为火已经熄灭,但它突然又燃烧起来。
46 veins 65827206226d9e2d78ea2bfe697c6329     
n.纹理;矿脉( vein的名词复数 );静脉;叶脉;纹理
参考例句:
  • The blood flows from the capillaries back into the veins. 血从毛细血管流回静脉。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I felt a pleasant glow in all my veins from the wine. 喝过酒后我浑身的血都热烘烘的,感到很舒服。 来自《简明英汉词典》
47 bead hdbyl     
n.念珠;(pl.)珠子项链;水珠
参考例句:
  • She accidentally swallowed a glass bead.她不小心吞下了一颗玻璃珠。
  • She has a beautiful glass bead and a bracelet in the box.盒子里有一颗美丽的玻璃珠和手镯。
48 impure NyByW     
adj.不纯净的,不洁的;不道德的,下流的
参考例句:
  • The air of a big city is often impure.大城市的空气往往是污浊的。
  • Impure drinking water is a cause of disease.不洁的饮用水是引发疾病的一个原因。
49 twigs 17ff1ed5da672aa443a4f6befce8e2cb     
细枝,嫩枝( twig的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • Some birds build nests of twigs. 一些鸟用树枝筑巢。
  • Willow twigs are pliable. 柳条很软。
50 monk 5EDx8     
n.和尚,僧侣,修道士
参考例句:
  • The man was a monk from Emei Mountain.那人是峨眉山下来的和尚。
  • Buddhist monk sat with folded palms.和尚合掌打坐。
51 teeming 855ef2b5bd20950d32245ec965891e4a     
adj.丰富的v.充满( teem的现在分词 );到处都是;(指水、雨等)暴降;倾注
参考例句:
  • The rain was teeming down. 大雨倾盆而下。
  • the teeming streets of the city 熙熙攘攘的城市街道
52 delusion x9uyf     
n.谬见,欺骗,幻觉,迷惑
参考例句:
  • He is under the delusion that he is Napoleon.他患了妄想症,认为自己是拿破仑。
  • I was under the delusion that he intended to marry me.我误认为他要娶我。
53 renounced 795c0b0adbaedf23557e95abe647849c     
v.声明放弃( renounce的过去式和过去分词 );宣布放弃;宣布与…决裂;宣布摒弃
参考例句:
  • We have renounced the use of force to settle our disputes. 我们已再次宣布放弃使用武力来解决争端。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Andrew renounced his claim to the property. 安德鲁放弃了财产的所有权。 来自《简明英汉词典》
54 retired Njhzyv     
adj.隐退的,退休的,退役的
参考例句:
  • The old man retired to the country for rest.这位老人下乡休息去了。
  • Many retired people take up gardening as a hobby.许多退休的人都以从事园艺为嗜好。
55 inauguration 3cQzR     
n.开幕、就职典礼
参考例句:
  • The inauguration of a President of the United States takes place on January 20.美国总统的就职典礼于一月二十日举行。
  • Three celebrated tenors sang at the president's inauguration.3位著名的男高音歌手在总统就职仪式上演唱。
56 desolated 705554b4ca9106dc10b27334fff15a19     
adj.荒凉的,荒废的
参考例句:
  • Her death desolated him. 她的死使他很痛苦。
  • War has desolated that city. 战争毁坏了那个城市。
57 ivy x31ys     
n.常青藤,常春藤
参考例句:
  • Her wedding bouquet consisted of roses and ivy.她的婚礼花篮包括玫瑰和长春藤。
  • The wall is covered all over with ivy.墙上爬满了常春藤。
58 mortified 0270b705ee76206d7730e7559f53ea31     
v.使受辱( mortify的过去式和过去分词 );伤害(人的感情);克制;抑制(肉体、情感等)
参考例句:
  • She was mortified to realize he had heard every word she said. 她意识到自己的每句话都被他听到了,直羞得无地自容。
  • The knowledge of future evils mortified the present felicities. 对未来苦难的了解压抑了目前的喜悦。 来自《简明英汉词典》
59 lapse t2lxL     
n.过失,流逝,失效,抛弃信仰,间隔;vi.堕落,停止,失效,流逝;vt.使失效
参考例句:
  • The incident was being seen as a serious security lapse.这一事故被看作是一次严重的安全疏忽。
  • I had a lapse of memory.我记错了。
60 parable R4hzI     
n.寓言,比喻
参考例句:
  • This is an ancient parable.这是一个古老的寓言。
  • The minister preached a sermon on the parable of the lost sheep.牧师讲道时用了亡羊的比喻。
61 misty l6mzx     
adj.雾蒙蒙的,有雾的
参考例句:
  • He crossed over to the window to see if it was still misty.他走到窗户那儿,看看是不是还有雾霭。
  • The misty scene had a dreamy quality about it.雾景给人以梦幻般的感觉。
62 beckons 93df57d1c556d8200ecaa1eec7828aa1     
v.(用头或手的动作)示意,召唤( beckon的第三人称单数 )
参考例句:
  • He sent his ships wherever profit beckons. 他将船队派往赢利的那些地方。 来自辞典例句
  • I believe history beckons again. 我认为现在历史又在召唤了。 来自辞典例句
63 embark qZKzC     
vi.乘船,着手,从事,上飞机
参考例句:
  • He is about to embark on a new business venture.他就要开始新的商业冒险活动。
  • Many people embark for Europe at New York harbor.许多人在纽约港乘船去欧洲。
64 squandered 330b54102be0c8433b38bee15e77b58a     
v.(指钱,财产等)浪费,乱花( squander的过去式和过去分词 )
参考例句:
  • He squandered all his money on gambling. 他把自己所有的钱都糟蹋在赌博上了。
  • She felt as indignant as if her own money had been squandered. 她心里十分生气,好像是她自己的钱给浪费掉了似的。 来自飘(部分)
65 confide WYbyd     
v.向某人吐露秘密
参考例句:
  • I would never readily confide in anybody.我从不轻易向人吐露秘密。
  • He is going to confide the secrets of his heart to us.他将向我们吐露他心里的秘密。
66 gnawing GsWzWk     
a.痛苦的,折磨人的
参考例句:
  • The dog was gnawing a bone. 那狗在啃骨头。
  • These doubts had been gnawing at him for some time. 这些疑虑已经折磨他一段时间了。
67 vouchsafed 07385734e61b0ea8035f27cf697b117a     
v.给予,赐予( vouchsafe的过去式和过去分词 );允诺
参考例句:
  • He vouchsafed to me certain family secrets. 他让我知道了某些家庭秘密。
  • The significance of the event does, indeed, seem vouchsafed. 这个事件看起来确实具有重大意义。 来自辞典例句
68 tolling ddf676bac84cf3172f0ec2a459fe3e76     
[财]来料加工
参考例句:
  • A remote bell is tolling. 远处的钟声响了。
  • Indeed, the bells were tolling, the people were trooping into the handsome church. 真的,钟声响了,人们成群结队走进富丽堂皇的教堂。
69 mingled fdf34efd22095ed7e00f43ccc823abdf     
混合,混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 ); 混进,与…交往[联系]
参考例句:
  • The sounds of laughter and singing mingled in the evening air. 笑声和歌声交织在夜空中。
  • The man and the woman mingled as everyone started to relax. 当大家开始放松的时候,这一男一女就开始交往了。
70 pious KSCzd     
adj.虔诚的;道貌岸然的
参考例句:
  • Alexander is a pious follower of the faith.亚历山大是个虔诚的信徒。
  • Her mother was a pious Christian.她母亲是一个虔诚的基督教徒。
71 monks 218362e2c5f963a82756748713baf661     
n.修道士,僧侣( monk的名词复数 )
参考例句:
  • The monks lived a very ascetic life. 僧侣过着很清苦的生活。
  • He had been trained rigorously by the monks. 他接受过修道士的严格训练。 来自《简明英汉词典》
72 cloisters 7e00c43d403bd1b2ce6fcc571109dbca     
n.(学院、修道院、教堂等建筑的)走廊( cloister的名词复数 );回廊;修道院的生活;隐居v.隐退,使与世隔绝( cloister的第三人称单数 )
参考例句:
  • The thirteenth-century cloisters are amongst the most beautiful in central Italy. 这些13世纪的回廊是意大利中部最美的建筑。 来自辞典例句
  • Some lovely Christian Science ladies had invited her to a concert at the cloisters. 有几位要好的基督教科学社的女士请她去修道院音乐厅听一个音乐会。 来自辞典例句
73 asunder GVkzU     
adj.分离的,化为碎片
参考例句:
  • The curtains had been drawn asunder.窗帘被拉向两边。
  • Your conscience,conviction,integrity,and loyalties were torn asunder.你的良心、信念、正直和忠诚都被扯得粉碎了。
74 skull CETyO     
n.头骨;颅骨
参考例句:
  • The skull bones fuse between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five.头骨在15至25岁之间长合。
  • He fell out of the window and cracked his skull.他从窗子摔了出去,跌裂了颅骨。
75 lizard P0Ex0     
n.蜥蜴,壁虎
参考例句:
  • A chameleon is a kind of lizard.变色龙是一种蜥蜴。
  • The lizard darted out its tongue at the insect.蜥蜴伸出舌头去吃小昆虫。
76 crumbled 32aad1ed72782925f55b2641d6bf1516     
(把…)弄碎, (使)碎成细屑( crumble的过去式和过去分词 ); 衰落; 坍塌; 损坏
参考例句:
  • He crumbled the bread in his fingers. 他用手指把面包捻碎。
  • Our hopes crumbled when the business went bankrupt. 商行破产了,我们的希望也破灭了。
77 nun THhxK     
n.修女,尼姑
参考例句:
  • I can't believe that the famous singer has become a nun.我无法相信那个著名的歌星已做了修女。
  • She shaved her head and became a nun.她削发为尼。
78 relic 4V2xd     
n.神圣的遗物,遗迹,纪念物
参考例句:
  • This stone axe is a relic of ancient times.这石斧是古代的遗物。
  • He found himself thinking of the man as a relic from the past.他把这个男人看成是过去时代的人物。
79 scattered 7jgzKF     
adj.分散的,稀疏的;散步的;疏疏落落的
参考例句:
  • Gathering up his scattered papers,he pushed them into his case.他把散乱的文件收拾起来,塞进文件夹里。
80 destined Dunznz     
adj.命中注定的;(for)以…为目的地的
参考例句:
  • It was destined that they would marry.他们结婚是缘分。
  • The shipment is destined for America.这批货物将运往美国。
81 countenances 4ec84f1d7c5a735fec7fdd356379db0d     
n.面容( countenance的名词复数 );表情;镇静;道义支持
参考例句:
  • 'stood apart, with countenances of inflexible gravity, beyond what even the Puritan aspect could attain." 站在一旁,他们脸上那种严肃刚毅的神情,比清教徒们还有过之而无不及。 来自英汉 - 翻译样例 - 文学
  • The light of a laugh never came to brighten their sombre and wicked countenances. 欢乐的光芒从来未照亮过他们那阴郁邪恶的面孔。 来自辞典例句
82 portrayed a75f5b1487928c9f7f165b2773c13036     
v.画像( portray的过去式和过去分词 );描述;描绘;描画
参考例句:
  • Throughout the trial, he portrayed himself as the victim. 在审讯过程中,他始终把自己说成是受害者。
  • The author portrayed his father as a vicious drunkard. 作者把他父亲描绘成一个可恶的酒鬼。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
83 firmament h71yN     
n.苍穹;最高层
参考例句:
  • There are no stars in the firmament.天空没有一颗星星。
  • He was rich,and a rising star in the political firmament.他十分富有,并且是政治高层一颗冉冉升起的新星。


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