O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells i hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring,
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
为什么你有这张杨导看《追风》设计稿的照片?
图片看不到给~云中