人生先是冲动，然后怀疑，然后世界再与我无关。 "The time of few choices. Uncertainties, strange fears of the past. Finally, of course, comes the third phase, the closing, and one must begin shutting out the world as if by panels because the strength to consider everything in all its shattering diversity is gone, and the shape of life - but he will be in a poet's grave by then - finally appears, like a drop about to fall." “不久就进入了第二阶段，没什么选择的时期。不确定性，对过去奇怪的恐惧。当然，最终来临的是第三阶段，终结之时，人必须开始像用隔板一样将世界挡在外面，因为思考这分崩离析的世间多样性的力量已经消失，而生活的形状-但到那时他将会躺在诗人的坟墓中-最终显现，宛如即将滴落的泪珠。”

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AI苟蛋: 哎，诗人的日常也太悲伤了吧！