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Such a fatigue of adjectives, a drone of alliterations, a huffing of hyphenated words hurdling the meter like tired horses. Such a faded upholstery of tears, stars, bells, bones, flood and blood...a thud of consonants in tongue, night, dark, dust, seed, wound and wind.
形容词的疲劳，头韵的嗡嗡声，连字符的词语的呼哧呼哧的喘气声，像疲惫的马一样，飞快地跑着。这样一个褪色的室内装潢，有眼泪、星星、铃铛、骨头、洪水和鲜血……舌音、夜音、暗音、尘音、种音、伤音、风音。