What on earth is love , that makes lovers vow to stick together in life and death. 问世间情为何物,直教人生死相许. Having no wings ,I can not fly to you dear, our heart as one,my inner call you should hear. 身无彩风双飞翼,心有...
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is ,won't make you cry. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have th...
美丽人生beauty there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor of words, the...
Cost of Love 母爱无价 For washing the car...........................................$5.00 For making my own bed this week...................$1.00 Going to the provision shop..............................$0.50 Playing with little sister .............
Katrina Katrinka was like any other ordinary mother with two kids, a station wagon, and a 60 foot tall crane in her back yard. The crane just showed up one morning. A construction company was building an apartment building down the street. One day th...
How to Grow Happiness Someone says that Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, and to be needed. I have no objection to that, only wondering how to grow happiness. Step one: Plant yourself deep in a bed of f...
Dont wait for a smile to be nice... 不要等到了一个笑容才面露慈善 Dont wait to be loved, to love. 不要等被爱了以后,才要去爱 Dont wait to be lonely, to recognize the value of a friend. 不要等到寂寞了,才明白朋友的...
Feeling in snow As soon as I walked outside, I was GREeted with the shimmering (1) white blanket of cold. Despite the chill overwhelming (2) my skin, inside I was warm. I felt as though I could be giving off (3) heat; I had the desire to stay out in...
We lived on the banks of the Tennessee River, and we owned the summers when we were girls. We ran wild through humid summer days that never ended but only melted one into the other. We floated down rivers of weekdays(1) with no school, no rules , no...
John was waiting for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didnt, the girl with the rose. Thirteen months ago, in a Florida library he took a book off the shelf and found himself intrigued with the notes in the margin. The soft handwriting...