To Autumn SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-...

Forgive my decreasing regards， my friends. But there is an emotion， not strong yet externally existing， in my heart. We cannot stay together all the time Gradually we no l...

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, written by an African kid. When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in Sun, I black When I scared, I b...

He who did not come, wasn‘t he determined Nonetheless to prganize and decorate my heart? If we had to exist to become the one we love, What would the heart have to create? Lovely...

     Children‘s Song We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you p...

When a guy is quiet, he‘s listening to you. When a girl is quiet, millions of things are running in her mind. When a guy stares at you, he thinks you are the most beautiful thing...

North country scene: A hundred leagues locked in ice, A thousand leagues of whirling snow. Both sides of the Great Wall One single white immensity. The Yellow River‘s sw...

To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our waking-time And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleeping-time, the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose b...

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life‘s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they be...

Why the Roses Are So Pale Heinrich Heine Dearest, canst thou tell me why The rose should be so pale? And why the Azure violet Should wither in the vale? And why the lark should i...