What kind of world is it my friend
that little children see?
I wonder if they see God first
because they just believe?
Do they see strength in caring eyes
who watch them as they play -
or maybe love through gentle hands
that guide them on their way?
Do yo

A Psalm of Life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
for the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou ar

Like as a ship,that through the ocean wide,
By conduct of some star doth make her way,
Whenas a storm hath dimmed her trusty guide,
Out of her course doth wander far astray；
So I,whose star,that wont with her bright ray
Me to direct,with clouds is overcast,
Do wander now,in

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round1
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly\'s erratic2 flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You\'d better slow down

William Shakespeare(1564-1616)
To Be or not to be—that is question：
Whether\'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them,To die—to sleep—
No more,and by a sleep to say we end

Have you thought about what you want people to say about you after you’re gone? Can you hear the voice saying, “He was a great man.” Or “She really will be missed.” What else do they say?
One of the strangest phenomena of life is to engage in a work that will last long after death. Isn’t that a lot like investi

Kahlil Gibran 卡里•纪伯伦
When her love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind la

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heart
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I\'

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry_go_round?
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground ?
Ever followed a butterfly\'s
Erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You\'d better slow down
Don\'t dance so fast
Time is short

" You are more than 60, you are too
old to work! Just stay at home and
play Majiang!" Someone told me.
I\'m afraid I can\'t go along with this
view. I think , physically maybe
I am a little bit old, but mentally
I am still young.
I have quite a fe

Waiting for the Breeze/祈盼清风
“No air conditioning? How can you sleep?” a friend asks, horrified. I\'ve just revealed that my family has decided to shut the air conditioner off to save money.
“Nobody opens a window, day or night,” warns another friend, whose windows have been painted sh

The Lamp
Sara Teasdale
If I can bear your love
like a lamp before me,
When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,
I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,
Nor c

To teach is to touch a life forever
To teach is to see a struggling student smile
To teach is to hear a child read a story
To teach is to know it may take a while.
To teach is someting that comes within us
Something that grows inside your heart
To teach is a calling that was giv

When I′m Sixty-Four
When I get old and losing my hair,
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me the Valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine
If I stay out till quarter to three
Wold you lock the door
Wil

The Daffodils
William Wordsworth
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host , of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as t