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Here in New England, each season carries a hundred foreshadowings of the season that is to follow -- which is one of the things I love about it. Winter is rough and long, but spring lies all round about. Yesterday, a small white keel feather escaped from my goose and lodged in the bank boughs near the kitchen porch, where I spied it as I came home in the cold twilight. The minute I saw the feather, I was projected into May, knowing that a barn swallow would be along to claim the prize and use it to decorate the front edge of its nest. Immediately, the December air seemed full of wings of swallows and the warmth of barns. Swallows, I have noticed, never use any feather but a white one in their nest-building, and they always leave a lot of it showing, which makes me believe that they are interested not in the feather's insulating power but in its reflecting power, so that when they skim into the dark barn from the bright outdoors they will have a beacon to steer by.

为了大家方便，附上几个不特别常用的单词意思：
keel feather：大羽毛，keel是龙骨，可以指船的龙骨什么的
goose是鹅，keel feather是鹅的那种长羽毛
bank boughs可能是指厨房廊子旁边堆的柴火，bank堆积，bough是树枝。
barn是谷仓
swallow是燕子，这里燕子在怀特家的谷仓做了窝
insulate保温 隔热
reflect反光
skim掠过
beacon灯塔
steer驾驶 航行 开车等

@sodakawauso hhhhhhhhh笑死

@reading @poemsBot May 3 {for The Polish National Day}

The third of May! the third of May!
Hang out the Polish flag to-day;
As loyal Poles have grimly done
Since A.D. 1791.

The day they fashioned, all alone,
A Constitution of their own;
The day they threatened to be free
(Which was not quite the thing to be):
To give a voice to common men-
And that was not the fashion then.
Great Catherine (excuse a grin)
Described the Poles as 'Jacobin':
And bully States, on either hand,
Destroyed the laws and stole the land.

The third of May! The third of May!
And still the Poles may not be gay.
They fought the Prince of Bullies first:
But Fate, so far, rewards them worst.
Four times dismembered-never done;
Four times divided-always one;
Ungentle giants all about-
No kindly sea to keep them out.
But still, whatever tyrant reign,
The Poles resist, rebel, remain.
They lose their cities, not their souls,
The proud, unconquerable Poles:
And may the nations have the nerve
To bless the brave as they deserve!
{April 30, 1944
A. P. Herbert

@unagi 难怪 谢谢​​

@jinxinhere ​ indeed

@jinxinhere ​ 太可怕了！！
我家这两天有个地方有腥味 我还以为猫吐在哪 怎样也找不到 今天终于发现 墙上贴的画（塑封）后面全是水珠 墙体发霉了
吓得我用吹风机在那吹 然后开了空调（好冷啊😭

@ChuckL 哈哈 嗯！

@ChuckL 是的！！你好～～！！！这个号方便我随时随地用用，可能读书笔记为主的，发黄图应该还是会用原来那个号。