These Things Shall Never Die      Charles Dickens        The pure, the bright, the beautiful,    ...

    And nodding by the fire,take down this book,     And slowly read,and dream of the soft look     Your eyes had once,and of their sha...

Herry 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 r...

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...

He Tells of a Valley Full of Lovers by William Butler Yeats I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my ...