In the middle of his dream, an artist awoke. He reached for his pencil and started to draw. He started with a single dot. It took the artist hours to finish his picture, and afterwards he collapsed back into bed. Soon he was asleep again, still smili...
He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occ...
Thank you for your application. We would like to congratulate you, the letter read. Those words can make your heart skip a beat and bring tears to your eyes. The feeling of following your dreams is inexplicable and proof that all your hard work was w...
Is there inside you? Very much ,ever since you were brought into this world. when you coulden't open your mouth till the first two years on planet earth, inner voice is the one through which you interpreted and understood things. 从我们来到这个世...
I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was Reared in the lap of Summer and...
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. 我将是最开心的人儿 沐浴于阳光之下！ 我将抚遍百花 却不摘下一朵。 I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eye Watch the wind...
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. 爱神欢迎我的到来,而我的灵魂却在退缩...
My heart's in the Highland my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highland a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highland wherever I go. 我的心儿在高原，我的心不在这儿， 我的心儿在高原...
Guns, bombs mines and tortures Form its massive sound But, within its power, within its might And within its fearful threats Peace is not to be found If we kill people, with whom will we live? The enemy is not a person; it lies within each of us Perh...
There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there is In the loose girdle of soft rain. 今夜没有星星 却有回忆点点。 而流云柔雨中 能容多少回忆？ There is even room enough For the letters of my...
