"The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men, Gang aft agley. An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me. The present only toucheth thee: But, Och! I backward cast my e'e. On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear!"展开全文 原微博
