初三搭乘火行高屏溪，到乾旱期露出的大片沙洲，心起首歌：
想起期出收成的民被困在沙洲上待救的新，上天那的土地是不失去我曾有的努力......再跳到「偷穿高跟鞋」，姬念的：
One Art 失的 by Elizabeth Bishop 伊莉莎白雪
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
於「失去」的技不掌握
so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
有多事充著失去的含，但非是什真的不幸。
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
每天都失些什。要著接受像匙不的那慌。
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
於「失去」的技不掌握
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
只要多加，反迅速：
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
好好想想地，名字，有你曾到的地方，就什麻。
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved housed went.
我曾我老木的，有我最後一、是最後一後面那一？之是三住又很喜的房子（句不定）
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
於「失去」的技不掌握
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
我失去座城池，最的座。有一片的土，河流，一片地
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
我念它，但仍不算什。
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
即使是失去你（那幽默的口，可的姿）我仍如此深信。很明地是因「失去」的技不掌握，即使看起很像（出）像是心有憾。
教授：如何？
姬：很好。
教授：很的答案。首表的是什？
姬：我不知道。
教授：不，知道的。！
姬：失去？
教授：怎失去？已失去了？雪在它的可能性是或然性？
姬：一始她在一些的西，像是匙；然後她......失去了一片地。
教授：她的，得很超然？
姬：我她想表得超然。她希望起像是一切都所，因她心深知道......失去的感有多受。
教授：A+。真明。
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