"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" https://t.cn/Rf2n3OC

【自家獾蛇

那道疤不仅仅永久地刻在赫奇帕奇男孩的脸上，也将Lin的盔甲狠狠撕了道裂口。 Lin的血统就像他的接骨木魔杖一样不平凡，他握着那柄被奧利凡德先生以颤抖语气诵名的魔杖，身体里流着高责的血，自然也从不觉得自己平凡。
直到在禁林的那个夜晚，他的魔杖脱手飞出，是一个从未在他脑中留下印象的男孩救了他。
一个赫奇帕奇的男孩。
Tost总是穿着一身旧袍子，黑刺李木魔杖布满裂痕，像疲惫苍老的树枝，可那晚就是它杖尖进射出灼目白光，护着Lin从魍魉低语的林中逃出。
那道伤疤一一他失败的证明。一个靠他人拯救的弱者的伤疤，刻在英雄的眼尾，却像一面镜子，照出Lin心底的阴影来。

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"