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...

AN OLD AIR Li Qi There once was a man, sent on military missions, A wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers. Under the horses‘ hoofs he would meet his foes An...

——W.H.Auden/W.H.   Looking up at the stars， I know quite well That， for all they care， I can go to hell， But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread ...

    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...