All his poor relations, to whom he would never speak, except with a sneer, shot up into the sky like wonderful golden flowers with blossoms of fire.
那些贫穷的亲戚——他向来只肯冷嘲热讽地同他们说话——全都冲上天空,宛如奇妙的金花,绽放出火焰的花朵。
— Oscar Wilde · The Happy Prince and Other Tales · The Remarkable Rocket —