Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weakry. Over many a quint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a ...
Buses, street cars, steel stream of traffic: steer clear. 一朵花当街绽放! 巴士车,有轨电车,钢铁的车河,它们从远处经过。 A flower, still pale, has fooled the police, it’s breaking thr ...