A psalm of life  BY Herry Wadsworth Longfellow         Tell me not in mournful numbers，     Life is but an empty dream！   ...

Autumn Wind Blows Off A Lamp‘s Light   A poem by JingQin /Tr. by Lily   He‘s never cried And already let the dark night Slip off a paper white For many times   Th...

  Following a dream When I was a younger, I used to dream about becoming a fireman. I thought wow, wouldn’t it be great to ride around, and help people put out fires. As I go...

From tomorrow on, I will be a happy person; Grooming, chopping, and traveling all over the world. From tomorrow on, I will care foodstuff and vegetables, I have a house,towar...

We just can‘t let go, when the storm is ahead. She has been patient, believing the best is worth the wait. Yet the last apple fallen from the tree is usually sour. The love that r...

It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Ni...

      Life is a gift we‘re given each and every day. Dream about tomorrow, but live for today. To live a little, you‘ve got to love a whole lot. Love turns the...

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-...

What is love Love is a star shrouded in morning fog Without you Heaven is hell lovely, subtle shaking This. . . Shy sweet embrace - On your beautiful lips, I preferred kissing ins...

Clouds had settled in on the frigid day. Their love was frozen, held in place. His loving stares and her fair love Could not conquer their stubborness. No matter how hard she tried...