Ille mi par esse deo videtur, ille, si fas est, superare divos, qui, sedens adversus, identidem te spectat et audit dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te, Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi, [Lesbia, vocis,] lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus flamma demanat, sonitu suopte tintinant aures, gemina teguntur lumina nocte. Otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est; otio exsultas nimiumque gestis; otium et regegs prius et beatas perdidit urbes. He to me seemed to be equal to a god, that man, if it is right, to surpass deities, who, sitting opposite, sees and hears you sweetly laughing again and again, a circumstance which to me rescues all the senses from misery: for as soon as you, Lesbia, I saw, nothing is left of my, Lesbia, voice, but my tongue grows numb, a slender flame flows through under my limbs, my ears ring with your sound, my eyes are covered with twin night. Leisure, Catullus, for you is troublesome; in leisure you exult and overly elate; leisure has destroyed both kings and blessed cities in times past. -- 英语文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 个板 defenestrate --

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