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

Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honestly What would life be? Without a song or a danc...

A Grain of Sand William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. &n...

ON MEETING MY FRIEND FENG ZHU IN THE CAPITAL Wei Yingwu Out of the east you visit me, With the rain of Baling still on your clothes, I ask you what you...

Our words aching, Yet cannot soothe their pain; Our voices anxious, Yet cannot pull them out. Lives buried under the rubbles, souls suffered in the earthquake. What hav...

Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and dented it？ I thought you‘d kill me But you didn‘t. And remember the time I dragged you to the beach And you said it w...

1.To be, or not to be: that is the question. 2.The course of true love never did run smooth. 3.Do not, for one repulse, give up the purpose that you resolved to effect. 4.The...

约翰· 沃尔夫冈· 冯· 歌德（Johann Wolfgang vonGoethe），18世纪中叶到19世纪初德国和欧洲最重要的剧作家、诗人、思想家，他一生跨两个世纪，正当欧洲社会大动荡大变革的年代。这首诗是贝...

THE WHITE BIRDS WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue st...

ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG                   &nb...