介绍久诚的脸是怎么治好的

When the wheels were rattling,Wheel on wheel tow'rd the goal,High aroseThe sound of the lashOf youths with victory glowing,In the dust rolling,As from the mountain fallShowers of stones in the vale--Then thy soul was brightly glowing, Pindar--Glowing? Poor heart!

Close pack'd they stand, that once so fiercely hated,And hardy bones, that to the death contended,

All things charm us--many please alone,Many grieve us, and as hour on hour is stealing,