Không còn những lỗi lầm sơ đẳng như các công cụ AI tạo video thời kỳ đầu, công cụ mới của Bytedance thực sự làm mọi người kinh ngạc về mức độ chân thực của nó.The radical young poet’s backhanded tribute to the older writer is a stern judgment on his lapsed political idealism
To Wordsworth
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel’st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty, —
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou should cease to be.