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...

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...

Mouse-ear I pick and pick mouse-ear But can‘t my basket load. Sick for my husband dear, I leave it by the road. The mountain is too steep For my thin horse to climb. I pour wine ...

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...

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