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一棵开花的树 A Blooming Tree 如何让你遇见我 在我最美丽的时刻 为这—— 我已在佛前 求了五百年 求它让我们结一段尘缘 May Buddha let us meet in my most beautiful hours, I have prayed for it for five hundred years. 佛于是把我化做一棵树 长在你必经的路旁 阳光下慎重地开满了花 朵朵都是我前世的盼望 Buddha made me a tree by the path you may take, In full blossoms I’m waiting in the sun every flower carrying [...]

岁月是一把无情的刻刀，改变了我们的模样，然而记忆中的那片湖水却依然清澈如初，不曾改变。我们不能活在回忆里，却不能忘记回忆，因为它是属于我们每个人的财富。就让回忆变成一本书，偶尔翻阅，还能感受到那份酸涩和纯真。 Hour in the Sun John H.Bradley 阳光下的时光 约翰•布莱德利 “…I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.”—– Henry David Thoreau “……我虽然不富甲天下，却拥有无数个艳阳天和夏日。”—-亨利•大卫•梭罗 When Thoreau wrote that line, he was thinking of the Walden Pond he knew as a boy. 写这句话时，梭罗想起孩提时代的瓦尔登湖。 Woodchoppers and the Iron Horse had not yet greatly damaged the [...]

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 　 Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in [...]

O my luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie, That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair thou art, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ [...]

(1) Boats sail on the rivers, 小舟在河上航行， And ships sail on the seas; 大船在海中操轮， But clouds that sail across the sky, 然而白云飘过天空时， Are prettier far than these. 比这些更为悦人。 (2) There are bridges on the rivers, 河上有桥， As pretty as you please; 如你所愿的那么悦目； But the bow that bridges heaven, 然而横跨在穹苍的长虹， And overtops the trees, 却比树梢更高， And [...]

Life can be good, Life can be bad, Life is mostly cheerful, But sometimes sad. Life can be dreams, Life can be great thoughts; Life can mean a person, Sitting in court. Life can be dirty, Life can even be painful; But life is what you make it, So try to make it beautiful.

Winds through the olive trees Softly did blow, Round little Bethlehem Long, long ago.  Sheep on the hillside lay Whiter than snow; Shepherds were watching them, Long, long ago.  Then from the happy sky, Angels bent low, Singing their songs of joy, Long, long ago.  For in a manger bed, Cradled we know, Christ came [...]