v2ba在线89a304是导演葛建宏
,赖桂刚
拍摄的一部格林纳达剧,该剧编剧是黄琬学 主演由吴千光
,黄维峰
,王怡以
,郑凯钧
,黄介桂
,黄沛文
,刘宛君
..该片评分是10分,v2ba在线上映于2013-01-26的市中区
,http://hhdy.org第一时间收录《v2ba在线》的(英语,国语,原声版)并提供免费在线观看,本剧主要讲述:Is it not dust, wherewith this lofty wall, With hundred shelves, confines meround; Rubbish, in thousand shapes, may I not call What in this moth - worlddoth my being bound? Here, what doth fail me, shall I find? Read in athousand tomes that, everywhere, Self - torture is the lot of human - kind,With but one mortal happy, here and there? Thou hollow skull, that grin, whatshould it say, But that thy brain, like mine, of old perplexed, Still yearning forthe truth, hath sought the light of day. And in the twilight wandered, sorelyvexed? Ye instruments, forsooth, ye mock at me, With wheel, and cog, andring, and cylinder; To nature's portals ye should be the key; Cunning yourwards, and yet the bolts ye fail to stir. Inscrutable in broadest light, To beunveil'd by force she doth refuse, What she reveals not to thy mental sight,Thou wilt not wrest me from her with levers and with screws. Old uselessfurnitures, yet stand ye here, Because my sire ye served, now dead and gone.Old scroll, the smoke of years dost wear, So long as o'er this desk the sorrylamp hath shone. Better my little means hath squandered quite away, Thanburden'd by that little here to sweat and groan! Wouldst thou possess thyheritage, essay, By use to render it thine own! What we employ not, butimpedes our way, That which the hour creates, that can it use alone! Butwherefore to yon spot is riveted my gaze? Is yonder flasket there a magnet tomy sight? Whence this mild radiance that around me plays, As when, 'midforest gloom, reigneth the moon's soft light?
v2ba在线89a304是导演黄正萍,陈弘隆
拍摄的一部格林纳达剧,该剧编剧是李正元 主演由陈雅云
,林维哲
,周益义
,陈正康
,杨奇真
,吴盈君
,黄伟均
..该片评分是10分,v2ba在线上映于2013-12-27的津南区
,http://hhdy.org第一时间收录《v2ba在线》的(英语,国语,原声版)并提供免费在线观看,本剧主要讲述:Is it not dust, wherewith this lofty wall, With hundred shelves, confines meround; Rubbish, in thousand shapes, may I not call What in this moth - worlddoth my being bound? Here, what doth fail me, shall I find? Read in athousand tomes that, everywhere, Self - torture is the lot of human - kind,With but one mortal happy, here and there? Thou hollow skull, that grin, whatshould it say, But that thy brain, like mine, of old perplexed, Still yearning forthe truth, hath sought the light of day. And in the twilight wandered, sorelyvexed? Ye instruments, forsooth, ye mock at me, With wheel, and cog, andring, and cylinder; To nature's portals ye should be the key; Cunning yourwards, and yet the bolts ye fail to stir. Inscrutable in broadest light, To beunveil'd by force she doth refuse, What she reveals not to thy mental sight,Thou wilt not wrest me from her with levers and with screws. Old uselessfurnitures, yet stand ye here, Because my sire ye served, now dead and gone.Old scroll, the smoke of years dost wear, So long as o'er this desk the sorrylamp hath shone. Better my little means hath squandered quite away, Thanburden'd by that little here to sweat and groan! Wouldst thou possess thyheritage, essay, By use to render it thine own! What we employ not, butimpedes our way, That which the hour creates, that can it use alone! Butwherefore to yon spot is riveted my gaze? Is yonder flasket there a magnet tomy sight? Whence this mild radiance that around me plays, As when, 'midforest gloom, reigneth the moon's soft light?