That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm——(America)Emily Dickinson,‘Hope’Is the Thing with Feat...[继续阅读]

    In an endeavor to win a knighthood.Alone on horse back,I rode to flight in the borderland.Endless forts and creeks I passedBut where did my dreams end?My old sable coat was soiled by dust.Before the enemies were subdued,My temples had turned grey,And tear...[继续阅读]

    Waking up from my greams,I heard the camp bugles sound.Al the soldiers had had a share of meat;The fifty-stringed instrument played a boder tune;‘Tis the autumn review of troops on the front.The horses were fast as Tilu;The bows thrummed and cracked like ...[继续阅读]

    And all the clever people were good,The world would be nicer than everWe thought that it possibly could.—Elizabeth Wordsworth如果所有的好人都聪明，且所有的聪明人都善良，這个世界將会比我們想像过的，所有可能的美好世界更加美好。/如果好人都聪明，而...[继续阅读]

    In bulk,doth make Man better be;Or standing long an oak,three hundred year,To fall a log at last,dry,bald,and sere.A lily of a dayIs fairer far in May;Although it falls and dies that night，It is the plant and flower of Light.In small proportions we just b...[继续阅读]

    Kind thoughts are the roots;Kind words are the flowers;Kind deeds are the fruits.—(America)Alice Cary善良的心灵是花园，高尚的思想是根茎，亲切的话语是花朵，美好的行为是果实。——（美）艾丽斯·卡里...[继续阅读]

    Little words of love,Make our earth an Eden,Like the heaven above.—(America)Julia A.Fletcher Carney,Little Things,1845,Extract细细的善举，涓涓的爱语，让大地变成人的乐园，犹如天国的极乐之地。——（美）朱·卡妮《点点滴滴》节选...[继续阅读]

    Where all the poor on earth could find welcome shelter,Steady through every storm,secure as a mountain!—(Tang)Du Fu,Song of the Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind,Extract安得广厦千万间，大庇天下寒士俱欢颜，风雨不动安如山！——（唐）杜甫《茅屋为秋风所破...[继续阅读]

    Only the rivers and mountains exist from ancient time to the present—(Northern Song)Wang Anshi,Five Poems of Jinshan Temple,V,Extract丹楼碧阁皆时事，只有江山古到今。——（北宋）王安石《金山寺五首》之五,节选...[继续阅读]

    A box where sweets compacted lie,My music shows ye have your closes,　　And all must die.Only a sweet and virtuous soul,Like season’d timber,never gives;But though the whole world turns to coal,　　Then chiefly lives.—(Britain)George Herbert,Virtue,Extract美好春...[继续阅读]