被N同学对翻译的热情所感染，我也打算开始翻译一些让我念念不忘的文本，并在每个单元里作一些以争斗为指导思想的组合。

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一把好乳

她一上车 我就盯住她了 胸脯高耸 屁股隆起 真是让人 垂涎欲滴 我盯住她的胸 死死盯住 那鼓胀的胸啊 我要能把它看穿就好了 她终于被我看得 不自在了 将身边的小女儿 一把抱到胸前 挡住我的视线 嗨，我说女人 你别以为这样 我就会收回目光 我仍然死死盯着 这回盯住的 是她女儿 那张俏俏的小脸 嗨，我说女人 别看你的女儿 现在一脸天真无邪 长大之后 肯定也是 一把好乳

A Handful of Good Boob

Once she got in the car I have been staring at her Rising boob Arching butt Those are truly titillating I stare at her boob deadly Those bloating boob alas it would be nice if I can see them through Finally getting unease by my gaze she holds her young girl in front of her boob blocking my seeing Hey, woman I say don’t you think this way would I fetch my gape Still I stare deadly at this time her girl’s pretty little face Hey, woman I say doesn’t your girl look now a face full of innocence when she grows up must she possess a handful of good boob

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Propriety

Is some such a word as the chord Brahms had heard from a bird, sung down near the root of the throat; it’s the little downy woodpecker spiraling a tree— up up up like mercury;

a not long sparrow-song of hayseed magnitude— a tuned reticence with rigor from strength at the source. Propriety is Bach’s Solfeggietto— Harmonica and basso

The fish-spine on firs, on somber trees by the sea’s walls of wave-worn rock—have it; and a moonbow and Bach’s cheerful firmness in a minor key. It’s an owl-and-a-pussy-

both-content agreement. Come, come. It’s mixed with wits; it’s not a graceful sadness. It’s resistance with bent head, like foxtail millets. Brahms and Bach, no; Bach and Brahms. To thank Bach

for his song first, is wrong. Pardon me; Both are the unintentional pansy-face uncursed by self-inspection; blackened because born that way.

得体

是这么一个词 如那和弦 勃拉姆听 一只鸟 从喉咙底唱出的； 一只毛茸茸的小啄木鸟 绕树转向上方 就像墨丘利；

一曲不长的 雀歌 有着乡民的 气度— 严格调谐的缄默 来自根源的力量。得体是 巴赫的视唱曲 口琴与低音

那冷杉属 的鱼脊 那海边 浪蚀岩墙 上深松树的鱼脊 有它；月虹和巴赫小调里 振作的坚定也 有。它是猫头

鹰与猫 咪都满意 的协定。 来吧。它掺 着机灵；非优雅的 悲伤，是小米穗般低头的 抵抗。勃拉姆与 巴赫，不；巴赫与勃拉

姆。为他的 歌先谢 巴赫就错 了。抱歉； 俩皆无心的三色 堇尚未被自省诅咒；变黑 因为生来如此。