The eagle鹰

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands，

Ringed with the azure world， he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls，

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

彎弯利爪抱石岩；

兀立孤地负蓝天，

太阳已不远。（剩余137字）

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