As he read, he felt the untutored verses of his poem rising in his breast, becoming perfect in recitation, like arrow after flaming arrow ragingly ablaze, shot fiercely toward the heart of the river of ice.

• 他读着，觉得自己幼稚的诗句正在胸膛里升华，在朗诵中完美，像一支支烈焰熊熊的火箭镞，猛烈地朝着那冻河射去。