Right from the start he is dressed in his best - his blacks and his whitesLittle Fauntleroy - quiffed and glossy,A Sunday suit, a wedding natty get-up,Standing in dunged strawUnder cobwebby beams, near the mud wall,Half...

這就是我們每個人的故事。這顆樹就是我們的父母。小時候，我們喜歡和爸爸媽媽玩……長大后，我們就離開他們，只在需要什么東西或者遇到麻煩的時候，才回到他們身邊。無論如何，父母永遠(yuǎn)都在那兒，傾其所有使你快樂。

What kind of world is it my friendthat little children see?I wonder if they see God firstbecause they just believe?Do they see strength in caring eyeswho watch them as they play -or maybe love through gentle handsthat...

If 如果If you can keep your head when all about youAre 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...

A thick crust, coarse-grained as limestone rough-cast,hardened gradually on top of the four crocksthat stood, large pottery bombs, in the small pantry....

Between my finger and my thumbThe squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.Under my window a clean rasping soundWhen the spade sinks into gravelly ground:My father, digging....

Xanadu—Kubla Khanby Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea....

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again --- by Xu Zhimo 再別康橋 徐志摩 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....