笑死我了,经济差一度超过5k,对面被翻盘了。再就是和队友的对话,虽然没截图,但回想起来也好好玩的样子。
我:strong sup.
李:大乔
李:红豆生南国,春来发几枝
我:strong sup ,can win
大乔:。。。
李白:辅助选啥,我好配合。
我:i need a strong sup,i carry
进入游戏后
我:help mid
大乔:保护我方孙尚香
大乔:姐妹我来了
然后孙尚香被敌方马可波罗击杀.......
[允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲]
我:strong sup.
李:大乔
李:红豆生南国,春来发几枝
我:strong sup ,can win
大乔:。。。
李白:辅助选啥,我好配合。
我:i need a strong sup,i carry
进入游戏后
我:help mid
大乔:保护我方孙尚香
大乔:姐妹我来了
然后孙尚香被敌方马可波罗击杀.......
[允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲][允悲]
#Zeesaint[超话]# [心][心][心]#Zeesaint#
【补】明明Twitter/微博同步更新
【saintsup:I thank you for your love and give it to me. I know and recieve it with appreciation. 520 i love you now and forever. #Saint_sup MingEr ZaintSee】
翻译:谢谢大家给予我的爱, 我收到了大家的爱,我真的很感谢大家的喜爱,520我爱大家直到永远
【补】明明Twitter/微博同步更新
【saintsup:I thank you for your love and give it to me. I know and recieve it with appreciation. 520 i love you now and forever. #Saint_sup MingEr ZaintSee】
翻译:谢谢大家给予我的爱, 我收到了大家的爱,我真的很感谢大家的喜爱,520我爱大家直到永远
《赠席莉雅之歌》
——本.琼森
以汝之眸,敬吾酒杯,
吾将同等馈报之;
以汝之吻,留吾酒杯,
吾将不寻美酒之香冽;
吾之灵魂,生出饥渴,
须以琼浆玉液以慰藉;
纵使宙斯之甘露,
吾将不换,汝之玉液;
吾赠汝以玫瑰之花环,
绝非示以爱慕与敬佩;
只为此环常驻汝身旁,
将永不枯萎凋谢;
而汝只闻其香,嗅其味
奉还于吾心无愧;
自此,花环之生长与气味,
吾立誓:皆因汝也!
Song to Celia
——Ben Johnson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
——本.琼森
以汝之眸,敬吾酒杯,
吾将同等馈报之;
以汝之吻,留吾酒杯,
吾将不寻美酒之香冽;
吾之灵魂,生出饥渴,
须以琼浆玉液以慰藉;
纵使宙斯之甘露,
吾将不换,汝之玉液;
吾赠汝以玫瑰之花环,
绝非示以爱慕与敬佩;
只为此环常驻汝身旁,
将永不枯萎凋谢;
而汝只闻其香,嗅其味
奉还于吾心无愧;
自此,花环之生长与气味,
吾立誓:皆因汝也!
Song to Celia
——Ben Johnson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
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