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Virtue

－G.Herbert/Herbert

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! Sweet day, so cool, so bright! Peaceful and bright!

The bridal of the earth and sky- The perfect match between heaven and earth-----

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; The dew shall be yours tonight; Fading and weeping;

For thou must die. Because you must leave.

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, beautiful rose, rosy and gorgeous,

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, making those who pass by take a look,

Thy root is ever in its grave,

And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

A box where sweets compacted lie, like a fragrant tree overflowing box,

My music shows ye have your closes,

And all must die, everything must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Like season'd timber, never gives;

Like season'd timber, never loses its shape;

But though the whole world turn to coal,

Then chiefly lives. It still shines brightly.

Think it Over... Think about it...

Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view;

Today We have taller buildings and wider roads, but our temperaments are more impatient and our vision is narrower;

We spend more, but enjoy less;

We We consume more, but enjoy less;

We have bigger houses, but smaller famillies;

Our houses are bigger, but our families are smaller. ;

We have more compromises,but less time;

We have more compromises, but less time;

We have more knowledge,but less judgment;

We have more knowledge, but worse judgment;

We have more medicines, but less health;

We have more medicine, but the health condition is even worse;

We have multiplied out possessions, but reduced out values;

We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much;

We talk too much, but we love less, and we hate too much;

We reached the Moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors;

We can reach the Moon and come back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors; Neighbors on the left and right;

We have conquered the uter space, but not our inner space;

We can conquer outer space, but not our inner space;

We have higher income,but less morals;

Our income has increased, but our morals are less;

These are times with more liberty,but less joy;

Our era is more free, but we have less and less happy time;

We have much more food, but less nutrition;

We have more food, but less nutrition;

These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home, but divorces increase;

Nowadays every family can have two incomes, but divorces are increasing;

These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes;

Today's housing is getting better and better, but we also have more broken families;

That's why I propose,that as of tod

ay;

That's why I say, let's start today;

You do not keep anything for a special occasion. because every day that you live is a SPECIAL OCCASION.

Don’t reserve your things for a special moment, because every day of your life is so special;

Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs;

Look for more knowledge, read more books, sit on your front porch and enjoy the scenery in front of you with admiration. Don’t bring any utilitarian ideas;

Spend more time with your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, visit the places you love;

Spend more time with friends and family Be together, eat the food you like, go where you want to go;

Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment; not only about survival;

Life is a chain of moments happy times; we don’t just survive to survive;

Use your crystal goblets. Do not save your best perfume, and use it every time you feel you want it.

Raise your crystal wine glass. Don’t be shy about sprinkling on your best perfume and enjoy it when you want!

Remove from your vocabulary phrases like "one of these days" or "someday";

Remove from your vocabulary phrases like "one of these days" or "someday"; ";

Let's write that letter we thought of writing "one of these days"!

The letter we thought of writing "one of these days"!

Let's write that letter "one day", let's do it today!

Let's tell our families and friends how much we love them;

Tell our families and friends how much we love them;

Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life;

Don’t delay anything that can bring laughter and joy to your life;

Every day, every hour, and every minute is special;

Every day, every hour, every minute is so special;

And you don't know if it will be your last.

You There is no way of knowing if this is the last moment.

The Rainy Day

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold and dark and dreary;

It rains and the wind is never weary;

My though still clinging to the moldering past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still,sad heart!And cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

It is cold, dark and dreary;

It is raining and windy. It also blows non-stop;

The vines are still clinging to the ruins of the ruins,

Every time a strong wind comes, the dead leaves fall off one after another,

It is so dark. And dull.

My life is cold, gloomy and dull;

It is raining and the wind is blowing constantly;

My thoughts are still entangled with the vanished past,

In the strong wind, my youthful hopes were extinguished one after another,

The innocence is dark and dull.

Be still, sad heart! Stop regretting;

The sun is still shining brightly behind the dark clouds;

Your fate is the same as everyone else’s,

Everyone has to encounter rain in his life,

Some days are bound to be dark and dreary.

These Things Shall Never Die

--Charles Dickens/Charles Dickens

The pure.the bright,the beautiful, everything is pure , brilliant, beautiful,

That stirred our hearts in youth, strongly shaking our young hearts,

The impulses to wordless prayer, pushing us to do countless things

The dreams of love and truth;

The longing after something's lost, cherishing it after losing it,

The spirit's yearning cry, the soul crying deeply,

The striving after better hopes-

These things can never die.

The timid hand stretched forth to aid

A brother in his need,

A kindly word in grief's dark hour A kind word in grief and difficulty

That proves a friend indeed; is enough to prove the friend's sincerity;

The plea for mercy softly breathed , softly begging for mercy,

When justice threatens nigh,

The sorrow of a contrite heart-

These things shall never die.

Let nothing pass for every hand to convey warmth in the world

Must find some work to do; do your best;

Lose not a chance to waken love- Don’t miss the opportunity to waken love-----

Be firm, and just, and true; Be firm, upright, and loyal;

So shall a light that cannot fade Beam on thee from on high.

And angel voices say to thee---You will hear the voices of angels saying-----

These things shall never die.

Love's Witness--Witness of love

Slight unpremeditated Words are borne

By every common Wind into the Air;

Carelessly utter 'd, die as soon as born,

And in one instant give both Hope and Fear:

Breathing all Contraries with the same Wind

According to the Caprice of the Mind.

But Billetdoux are constant Witnesses,

Substantial Records to Eternity;

Just Evidences, who the Truth confess,

On which the Lover safely may rely;

They're serious Thoughts, digested and resolv'd;

And last, when Words are into Clouds devolv'd.

Hasty words without thinking,

are carried into the air with every ordinary breath;

Said casually, disappear as soon as they are spoken,

A moment gives people hope and fear:

The same breath exhales all kinds of contradictory hearts,

Following the impermanent reverie of the soul.

But a love letter is an eternal witness,

a physical record that lasts forever;

a fair evidence that speaks of sincerity,

Lovers can cling to them with peace of mind;

They are serious thoughts, carefully considered;

When the words disappear beyond the clouds, they will continue.

Almost Persuaded--- by David Houston

August 18, 2001 18:17

Last night all alone in the bar room

Met a girl with a drink in her hand

She has ruby ??red eyes, cold black hair

And eyes that could tempt any man

And she came and sat down at my table

And there she placed her soft hand in mine

I found myself wanting to kiss her

For temptation was flowing like wine

And I Almost Persuaded

To strip myself off my pride

Almost Persuaded

To push my conscience aside

And we danced and she whispered,

"I need you"

Take me away from here and be my man

Then I looked into her eyes and I saw ----

The reflection of my wedding band

And I Almost Persuaded

To let strange lips lead me on

Almost Persuaded

But your sweet love made me

Stop and go home

(* This poem is provided by a web friend. *)

To Love You Well Enough by Robert A. Daniels

Do I know you well enough

To love you well enough

To dream by your side

Until death do we part?

Am I one with you

In the way that the star and its light are one,

Or is there division, as a horizon,

Standing between us?

Do you fill me or empty me;

Do you invade my spirit

Or allow it to be released

Like a genie from a tarnished lamp?

Do I know you well enough

To love you well enough

To dream

m by your side

Until death do we part?

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again --- by Xu Zhimo

Farewell to Cambridge Again by Xu Zhimo

Very quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Quietly I wave good-bye

To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the riverside

Are young brides in the setting sun;

Their reflections on the shimmering waves

Always linger in the depth of my heart.

The floatingheart growing in the sludge

Sways leisurely under the water;

In the gentle waves of Cambridge

I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees

Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;

Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds

Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream

To where the green grass is more verdant;

Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight

And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.

But I cannot sing aloud

Quietness is my farewell music;

Even summer insects heep silence for me

Silent is Cambridge tonight!

Very quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Gently I flick my sleeves

Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away

Gently I left,

Just as gently I came;

I waved gently,

Farewell to the west clouds.

The golden willow by the river

is the bride in the setting sun

The beautiful shadow in the ripples of light,

waves in my heart.

The green banana plants on the soft mud,

swaying oily under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a waterweed

That pool under the shade of elm trees,

is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky

crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a long pole,

Walk back to where the grass is greener,

Load a boatload of starlight,

Sing in the colorful starlight

But I can’t sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is tonight’s Cambridge !

Quietly I left,

Just as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves,

I won’t take you away A cloud.

Bed in Summer Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.

And does it seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day? Summer Sleep

In winter, I get up at night,

I dress by the dim candlelight.

It’s different in the summer.

I have to go to bed during the day.

Little birds are still jumping in the trees,

The footsteps of adults

are still echoing in the street,

But I have to go to bed early.

The sky is still so blue and bright,

How much I want to play and play,

Do you find it difficult to sleep

at this time? Falling asleep?

Silent meaning

The word not spoken goes not quite unheard.

It lingers in the eye, in the semi-arch of brow.

A gesture of the hand speaks pages more than words,

The echo rests in the heart as driftwood does in sand,

To be rubbed by time until it rots or shines .

The word not spoken touches us as music does the mind. The meaning of silence

Silent language

It is not completely inaudible.

It ripples in the eyes,

It is revealed between the eyebrows.

A tacit gesture

is worth a thousand words,

an echo that lingers in the soul

like drifting wood. The beach,

as time goes by

either burns or rots.

Silent language

touches our emotions,

just like loud music

touches people's heartstrings

Sliver By Walter de la Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Sliver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep

Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

With silver claws, and silver eye;

And motionless fish in the water gleam ,

By silver reeds in a silver stream. Silver

The moon god is wearing plain shoes,

lightly floating around the world.

Accidentally peeking into the orchard,

The fruit is as white as jade.

The thatched hut is covered with frost and snow,

The window lattice gathers silver light.

There are no barking dogs in Chaimen,

You can live in a leisurely and beautiful dream.

Looking at the white dove in the dream,

The clear light shines on the silver feathers.

The jade rat runs like lightning,

The silver light reflects in the eyes.

The reeds are as white as snow,

The fish do not dive and swim.

Morning

I love to wake to each new day,

And brush my dreams

Of night away,

And look out through my window wide

To see what weather is outside,

And wonder what exciting thing

This shining, un-used day

Will bring. Morning

I like to wake up and welcome every morning,

Easily shake off the dream dust of the night,

From Looking out of the window into the distance,

Whether the sky in Guangmao is clear and cloudless?

Imagine what exciting things will happen

This brilliant new day will be presented .

Ode To The Sea——Pablo Neruda

Here surrounding the island there is sea

But what sea

lt's always overflowing

says "Yes," then"No," then "No"again.

And "No," says "Yes" in blue,

in sea ??spray raging,

says "No" and "No" again.

It can't be still.

It stammers "my name is sea. "

It slaps the rocks,

and when they aren't convinced

Strokes them and soaks them

and smolders them with kisses.

with seven green tongues of seven green dogs,

Or seven green tigers, or Seven green seas

Beating its chest, stammering its name.

Oh, sea, this is your name.

oh, comrade ocean, don't waste time

or water getting so upset.

Help us instead.

We're meager fishermen,

men from the shore.

We're hungry and cold

and you're our foe.

Don't beat so hard, don't shout so loud.

Open your green coffers.

Place gifts of silver in our hands.

Give us this day our daily fish. To the sea

A vast ocean surrounds the island.

What kind of sea is this?

It is constantly turbulent,

Say "yes" and then "no", repeating "no" over and over again. , it said "yes" sadly, but roared

repeatedly said "no",

never stopped.

It stammered: "My name is the sea." The rock didn't believe it,

So the waves crashed

Crashing and shaving.

Sooth them with countless kisses.

With seven sharp tongues taken from seven fierce dogs, seven white tigers, and seven vast oceans,

beat his chest and spit out its name.

O sea, we know your name.

Oh, Comrade Dahai, don’t waste your time

Don’t feel sad in vain.

Help us

We are poor fishermen.

The people on your shore

We are hungry and cold.

And you are our opponent.

Don’t be so aggressive, don’t roar so loudly.

Open your precious treasure chest,

Give us wealth

Give us today’s harvest.

Dreams

---Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die dreams If it dies

Life is a broken-winged bird

That can never fly.

Hold fast to dreams Hold on to dreams tightly,

For when dreams go, if dreams fade away

Life is a barren field,

Frozen only with snow, everything stops growing

Windflowers

Windflowers,windflowers

my father told me not to go

near them

He said he feared them always

and he told me that they

carried him away

Windflowers,beartiful

windflowers

I couldn't wait to touch them

to smell them I held them

closely

And now I cannot break away

Their sweet bouquet disappears

like the vapor in the desert

So take a warning ,son

Windflowers ,ancient

windflowers

their beauty capture every

young dreamer

who lingers near them

But ancient windflowers,

I love you

Wind-flying flowers, wind-flying flowers,

My father told me not to go near it

He said he Always a little scared

He said he was obsessed with it

Fengfeihua, beautiful Fengfeihua

I am eager to touch it

Hold it close to your cheek and smell it for a long time

Now I can't help myself

Its fragrance is like water vapor

Evaporated in the desert

So, child, Listen to some advice

Fengfeihua, ancient windfeihua

The beauty confuses every young dreamer

Lingering by its side for a long time

And I love you,

The ancient wind-flying flower

The Pride of Youth

The pride of youth

Walter Scott

Proud Maisie is in the wood,

Walking so early;

Sweet Robin sits on the bush,

Singing so rarely.

“tell me,thou bonny bird,

when shall I marry me?”

-"when six braw gentlemen

kirkward shall carry ye."

"who makes the bridal bed,

birdie, say truly?"

-“The gray-headed sexton

That delves the grave duly.

“The glowworm o'er grave and stone

Shall light thee steady ;

The owl from the steeple sing,

Welcome, proud lady."

Proud Messi walks in the forest,

Stepping on the morning light;

The wise robin perches in the bush,

Singing sweetly

“Tell me, beautiful bird,

In which month and year should I wear a wedding dress? "--

"Wait until six undertakers

carry you to the church. ”

“Who will make my new bed?

Good bird, don’t lie. "--

"A white-haired sexton who also digs graves.

I can't miss your bridal chamber.

”

“The fireflies are dimly twinkling,

Light up your grave and mourn you,

The owl will sing from the top of the tower:

Welcome, proud girl

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about,don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don 't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twised by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothin in you

Except the Will which says to them:"Hold on!";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings -nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friend

s can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty second' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

If everyone loses their mind and curses you,

You can still keep your head straight;

If everyone doubts you,

You can still believe in yourself , let all doubts shake;

If you have to wait, don’t get tired of it,

Be deceived by others, don’t be deceived by it,

Hate by others, Don't resent this,

Don't be too optimistic, don't be self-righteous;

If you are a dream chaser - don't be dominated by dreams;

If you are a thinker People who just think will not achieve their goals;

If you encounter pride and frustration

Treat them both as liars;

If you can Bear with it, the truth you have spoken

Twisted by villains and used to deceive fools;

Watching the destruction of what you have spent your life guarding,

Then lean down and repair it with broken tools;

If after you win countless laurels'

Suddenly encounter the danger of falling from the peak,

Failure Afterwards, make a comeback,

Don’t complain about your failure;

If you can force yourself,

Stand your ground long after others have left,

There is nothing left in your heart'

Only the will tells you "Hold on!";

If you can maintain your grace when talking to others,

Walking with the king, you can keep a distance;

If enemies and friends do not harm you;

If everyone is counting on you, but no one is wholeheartedly;

If you spend sixty seconds running a short distance,

fill that unforgivable minute -

You can own a world,

Everything in this world belongs to you.

What’s more important is that, child, you are a person who stands upright.

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