No man is an island,
entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were:
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind,
and therefore,
never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
Angels are Always There
Surrounding you are angels,
They are there to guide your path,
If weakness overcomes you,
They'll give you strength if you will ask.
They are your protection
When life seems too hard to bear,
And though you feel alone at times,
The angels ... they are there.
Their faces may be hidden
And their voices you might not hear,
But they are ALWAYS with you,
Through your laughter or your tears.
They'll walk along beside you,
They'll guide your steps along the way,
They'll comfort you and hold you,
Protect you night and day.
They'll hold to your hand tightly,
They'll not ever let it go,
And they'll gently lead you forward,
Taking each step very slow.
For even as you slumber,
They watch closely over you;
They are there beside you
In each and every thing you do.
When life is overwhelming,
And your spirit has grown tired,
Know they'll be there for you,
To uplift and to inspire.
And when you're torn and lonely,
And you see no hope ahead,
Know that they will nourish you,
Your spirit will be fed.
And if there comes a time in life
That your heart has been broken,
Hear the words, "I'm here, my child,"
And know your angel has spoken.
For even in the darkest hour,
When all of hope seems gone,
They'll give you strength to live your life,
And desire to go on.
And if your faith in Heaven,
Should ever fade away,
They'll help renew your spirit,
And help you find your way.
Even though you're ever filled with doubt,
About the life you live,
Know that they are there to give you
All that they can give.
For you see, the Father sent them,
Because to Him, you mean so much,
That He sent them "just for you," my friend,
And your life, they will touch.
They will always be here,
They will "never" leave your side;
And upon their strength and guidance,
You always may rely.
Take comfort in their guidance,
Draw strength from up above,
And know that their sweet presence,
Is God's precious gift of love.
A flowering tree Xi Murong
How can you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
For the
I have had for 500 years before the Buddha
Qiufo bonds of this world so that we end a period of
So I desertification Buddha to a tree
In the longer you must pass through the street
Under the sun
Carefully the full flower
After another and I are looking forward to the Past
When you approached
Please listen
The trembling leaves
I was waiting for the warm
And when you finally come to ignore
Behind you in a drop in the
Friends ah
That is not a petal
That's my heart away
I would like to Petofi ------
I would like to rap is that as long as my wife
Is a small fish
In my happily in the surf swimming.
I would like Huang Lin is, as long as my wife
Is a little bird
I am in the dense woods to do nest calls.
I would like to be the ruins, as long as my wife
Youth is the Ivy
I along the desolate places close to climbing up.
I would like to be cottages, as long as my wife
Is a lovely flame
In the stove, I happily came slowly.
I am willing to break the flag is gray, as long as my wife
Coral is like the setting sun
I pale in the face of the show bright brilliant.
Caused by Pushkin Qiadayefu
Love, hope, calm and glorious
Can not bully us for a long time to deceive,
Is the joy of youth,
Has been like a dream, like the demise of the same Asagiri;
But we also inside the burning desire
In the brutal regime of weight,
We are working with anxious mood
Listen to the call of the motherland.
We expect to suffer torture,
The wait for the sacred free time,
As a young lover
Waiting for appointments, like that in good faith.
Now we are also inside the burning fires of freedom,
Now we are dedicated to honor the dead have not the heart,
My friends, we want the soul
Beautiful passion, to show our Zubang!
Comrade, I believe it: the well-being of the charming stars
It is necessary to increase light injection,
Russia to wake up from their sleep,
In the ruins of tyranny, dictatorship,
We will write the names of the word!
Motherland, ah, my dear motherland, Shu Ting
I am a river on your old worn-out water tankers,
For centuries the spinning tired of the song;
I am on the amount you smoke and the miner's lamp,
According to you in the history of the tunnel in line to explore cochlea;
I am the dry-season rice; is the lack of maintenance of the road;
The beach is silt barge
The guys deep
Le into your shoulder;
- Ah motherland!
I am poor,
I am sad.
I am you for generations
Hope that the painful ah,
"Flying" between the sleeve
Wei Luo on the ground for thousands of years to flower;
- Ah motherland!
I am thinking of you brand-new,
From the web, get rid of the myth;
I was under the snow you, Gulian the germ;
I am your tears of laughter with a vortex;
I am a new brush out of the starting line of white;
Is the crimson dawn,
Is gushing;
- Ah motherland!
I am a billionth of you,
You are the sum of 9,600,000 square;
You have the scars to the breast,
Feeding a
I lost, I thought, I boiling;
From then on my flesh and blood
To obtain
Your rich, your honor, your freedom;
- The motherland ah,
My dear mother!
White walls Liang Xiaobin
Mom,
I saw a white wall.
Good morning, I took to the streets to buy crayons,
A worker saw
It took a lot of effort,
In the long wall painting.
He smiled back to me,
He told me
To tell all the children:
That this will not be in this graffiti on the walls.
Mom,
I saw a white wall.
It was so dirty above,
There was a lot of rough characters.
Mom, you cried,
For those who abuse the reason,
Father passed away,
Gone forever.
Than I would also like to drink the milk white,
Even the white walls,
Has been the flash in my dreams,
It also stands on the horizon,
During the day, flashing a charming light.
I love the white wall.
In this way will not always be graffiti on the walls,
No,
Like mother, like mild weather ah,
You hear it?
Mom,
I saw a white wall.
Mianzhaotaihai, Spring Lake
From tomorrow onwards, to be a happy person
Horses, firewood, and travel around the world
From tomorrow onwards, concerned about the food and vegetables
I have a house, Mianzhaodahai, spring
From tomorrow, and every family communication
I told them that the well-being
It's well-being of lightning told me
I will tell everyone
For every mountain river each take a warm name
Strangers, and I bless you
You would like to have a bright future
You would like to married lovers
In this world you would like to be happy
I only Mianchaodahai, spring
Maple tree in memory of Niu Han
I wanted to write a few pages of poem, your final
The green leaves of several films to be retained under the
- From diary
Lakeside hill
The large maple tree top
Felled by the ... ...
In the fall of a morning
Several villages
This and a mountain
Were heard, felt
Maple fallen sound
Windows and doors of every family and tiles
Each tree, every grass root
Every wild flowers a
The tree of birds, take the bees
The boat parked by the lake
Chan Chan are shaking up ... to ...
Is sad because of it?
On this day
The whole village
And this on a mountain
Floating rich fragrance
Fragrance
Fall on the human soul
Even than the cold autumn rain
Can not think of
Maple tree
Dark and rough skin
Made a bitter flavor
However, its internal life
Storage are so many fragrance
Fragrance
Is sad
Maple's upright
Lying on the grass and thorns
So huge, green
It seems to stand over time
But also majestic and beautiful
Felled three days after
Branches and leaves are still in the breeze
Su Su to shake
It also leaves hanging on a bright dew
As if hundreds of millions of tearful eyes only
To bid farewell to Mother Nature
Oh, the white crane lake
Oh, the distance to the Hawks
Maple also moving in here so fly
Maple
And was wide into the wood
A circle ring
Poured out a circle of
Solidification of tears
Tears
Also made a fragrance
It is not tears
It is the life of the Maple
Not cell death
Village side of the hill
To reduce the number of
And lowered his head as if cranial
Felled the
Maple tree
Felled the
Connected with a land of life
Pray Jiao Cai
I pray that the wind summer, winter and little rain;
I seek out red flowers are purple;
I pray that love is not ridiculed,
Some people support fall;
I pray that compassion --
When people sad
At least give comfort
Rather than erect cold brow;
I pray that as a source of knowledge
Keep current on a day to day,
This is not prohibited, it is also prohibited;
I pray from the bottom of their songs have a good idea
Who does not manufacture model
For all of the provisions of high and low tones;
I pray
One day, no one
I like this kind of prayer.
I returned to the force of martial law
Please, I returned to the door had not equipped with door locks
Please do not even have returned to my room
Please wake me back and I am the only rooster
Even if you have been asked to eat the bones back to me
Please, I returned to the slopes of the Mid-levels Nagqu Pastoral
Even if you have been recorded in a tape
You also asked Yang to the flute back to me
Please return my
I and my brothers and sisters in the relationship between the
Even if only half a year, I also returned to the
Please return my love of space
Even if you have been contaminated
Please also returned to the dream I
Please, I returned to the Earth as a whole
Even if you have been separated into
1000 National
100,000,000 village
I also invite you back!
Michael Caine Fort Solomon
More than great
Is a great man has been felt at a loss
To sit here and cry of war who
It's laughter has to make 70,000 more than in the fall of the soul is also deep sleep zone
Sun has been Xingyue cold waves of the Pacific cold boiled artillery fire was also cold
Smith, Williams glorious fireworks festival does not stretch your hand to take home
Your name back to home than the winter cold sea water also
Xuanzao in the death of your free hand of God to save them
Blood has a great commemoration of the wash out
Cried the war, why did not it great laugh
70,000 crosswise into Wai Lin lined up around the park into the village of Lily
In the wind fixed in the rain, not moving
Silence to Manila Bay to look pale tourists look at the camera
Smith, Williams was killed in the disorder on the mirror I just want to know
Where is your child childhood eyes regular place to play
Which places the spring possession of the tape and color slides
Michael Caine Fort bird called the leaves are not afraid of moving
So that all voices are silent here hit by hemorrhage
Space and space insulation time clocks to flee
Here than lane gloomy world to speak less eternal silence
No sound beautiful gardens for the living room of the deceased's scenic areas
God came to admire the city and the car had also been to
Smith and Williams do not you do not go to the
If the static off the surface before the heart can not see the face of years
The stars at night in the daylight out of the night
Your blind eye to sleep, regardless of season
To awaken the world through a never
Michael Kennedy has been asleep Fort Green was extremely melancholy rangeland
Death will be packed with goods in the San Si Han on the marble
To rise above the Stars and Stripes look to the immortal look to the clouds to see
Fort Baker and Mckenzie has been spray is a land-based Pacific Forest of Stone Tablets autopoietic
A sad day to weep big relief linked to the death of the black background
70,000 burned in the story of a white shiver of unease
Smith, Williams, when sunset over red-hot in the wild mango Lin Hunmu
God will also sing a hurry to leave La Jin
You do not go there
Pacific is not gloomy submarine doors
壹棵開花的樹 席慕容
如何讓妳遇見我
在我最美麗的時刻
為這
我已在佛前求了五百年
求佛讓我們結壹段塵緣
佛於是把我化做壹棵樹
長在妳必經的路旁
陽光下
慎重地開滿了花
朵朵都是我前世的盼望
當妳走近
請妳細聽
那顫抖的葉
是我等待的熱情
而當妳終於無視地走過
在妳身後落了壹地的
朋友啊
那不是花瓣
那是我雕零的心
我願意------ 裴多菲
我願意是急流，只要我的愛人
是壹條小魚
在我的浪花中快樂地遊來遊去。
我願意是荒林，只要我的愛人
是壹只小鳥
在我稠密的樹林間做巢鳴叫。
我願意是廢墟，只要我的愛人
是青春的常春藤
沿著我荒涼的額親密地攀援上升。
我願意是草屋，只要我的愛人
是可愛的火焰
在我的爐子裏愉快地緩緩閃現。
我願意是灰色的破旗，只要我的愛人
是珊瑚似的夕陽
在我蒼白的臉上顯出鮮艷的光輝。
致恰達耶夫 普希金
愛情，希望，平靜的光榮
並不能長久地把我們欺誑，
就是青春的歡樂，
也已經像夢，像朝霧壹樣消亡；
但我們的內心還燃燒著願望，
在殘暴的政權的重壓之下，
我們正懷著焦急的心情
在傾聽祖國的召喚。
我們忍受著期望的折磨，
等候那神聖的自由時光，
正像壹個年輕的戀人
在等候那真誠的約會壹樣。
現在我們的內心還燃燒著自由之火，
現在我們為了榮譽獻身的心還沒有死亡，
我的朋友，我們要把我們心靈的
美好的激情，都呈現給我們的祖邦！
同誌，相信吧：迷人的幸福的星辰
就要上升，射出光芒，
俄羅斯要從睡夢中蘇醒，
在專制暴政的廢墟上，
將會寫上我們姓名的字樣！
祖國啊，我親愛的祖國 舒婷
我是妳河邊上破舊的老水車，
數百年來紡著疲憊的歌；
我是妳額上熏黑的礦燈，
照妳在歷史的隧洞裏蝸行摸索；
我是幹癟的稻穗；是失修的路基；
是淤灘上的駁船
把纖繩深深
勒進妳的肩膊；
——祖國啊!
我是貧困，
我是悲哀。
我是妳祖祖輩輩
痛苦的希望啊，
是“飛天”袖間
千百年未落到地面的花朵；
——祖國啊!
我是妳簇新的思想，
剛從神話的蛛網裏掙脫；
我是妳雪被下，古蓮的胚芽；
我是妳掛著眼淚的笑渦；
我是新刷出的雪白的起跑線；
是緋紅的黎明，
正在噴薄；
——祖國啊!
我是妳十億分之壹，
是妳九百六十萬平方的總和；
妳以傷痕累累的乳房，
餵養了
迷惘的我、深思的我、沸騰的我；
那就從我的血肉之軀上
去取得
妳的富饒、妳的榮光、妳的自由；
——祖國啊，
我親愛的祖國!
雪白的墻 梁小斌
媽媽，
我看見了雪白的墻。
早晨，我上街去買蠟筆，
看見壹位工人
費了很大的力氣，
在為長長的圍墻粉刷。
他回頭向我微笑，
他叫我
去告訴所有的小朋友：
以後不要在這墻上亂畫。
媽媽，
我看見了雪白的墻。
這上面曾經那麽骯臟，
寫有很多粗暴的字。
媽媽，妳也哭過，
就為那些辱罵的緣故，
爸爸不在了，
永遠地不在了。
比我喝的牛奶還要潔白、
還要潔白的墻，
壹直閃現在我的夢中，
它還站在地平線上，
在白天裏閃爍著迷人的光芒。
我愛潔白的墻。
永遠地不會在這墻上亂畫，
不會的，
象媽媽壹樣溫和的晴空啊，
妳聽到了嗎？
媽媽，
我看見了雪白的墻。
面朝大海, 春暖花開 海子
從明天起，做壹個幸福的人
餵馬,劈柴,周遊世界
從明天起,關心糧食和蔬菜
我有壹所房子,面朝大海,春暖花開
從明天起,和每壹個親人通信
告訴他們我的幸福
那幸福的閃電告訴我的
我將告訴每壹個人
給每壹條河每壹座山取壹個溫暖的名字
陌生人,我也為妳祝福
願妳有壹個燦爛的前程
願妳有情人終成眷屬
願妳在塵世獲得幸福
我只願面朝大海,春暖花開
悼念壹棵楓樹 牛漢
我想寫幾頁小詩，把妳最後
的綠葉保留下幾片來
——摘自日記
湖邊山丘上
那棵最高大的楓樹
被伐倒了……
在秋天的壹個早晨
幾個村莊
和這壹片山野
都聽到了，感覺到了
楓樹倒下的聲響
家家的門窗和屋瓦
每棵樹，每根草
每壹朵野花
樹上的鳥，花上的蜂
湖邊停泊的小船
都顫顫地哆嗦起來……
是由於悲哀嗎？
這壹天
整個村莊
和這壹片山野上
飄著濃郁的清香
清香
落在人的心靈上
比秋雨還要陰冷
想不到
壹棵楓樹
表皮灰暗而粗獷
發著苦澀氣息
但它的生命內部
卻貯蓄了這麽多的芬芳
芬芳
使人悲傷
楓樹直挺挺的
躺在草叢和荊棘上
那麽龐大，那麽青翠
看上去比它站立的時候
還要雄偉和美麗
伐倒三天之後
枝葉還在微風中
簌簌地搖動
葉片上還掛著明亮的露水
仿佛億萬只含淚的眼睛
向大自然告別
哦，湖邊的白鶴
哦，遠方來的老鷹
還朝著楓樹這裏飛翔呢
楓樹
被解成寬闊的木板
壹圈圈年輪
湧出了壹圈圈的
凝固的淚珠
淚珠
也發著芬芳
不是淚珠吧
它是楓樹的生命
還沒有死亡的血球
村邊的山丘
縮小了許多
仿佛低下了頭顱
伐倒了
壹棵楓樹
伐倒了
壹個與大地相連的生命
祈求 蔡其矯
我祈求炎夏有風，冬日少雨；
我析求花開有紅有紫；
我祈求愛情不受譏笑，
跌倒有人扶持；
我祈求同情心——
當人悲傷
至少給予安慰
而不是冷眼豎眉；
我祈求知識有如源泉
每壹天都湧流不息，
而不是這也禁止，那也禁止；
我祈求歌聲發自各人胸中
沒有誰要制造模式
為所有的音調規定高低；
我祈求
總有壹天，再沒有人
像我這樣的祈求。
還給我 嚴力
請還給我那扇沒有裝過鎖的門
哪怕沒有房間也請還給我
請還給我早上叫醒我的那只雄雞
哪怕已經被妳吃掉了也請把骨頭還給我
請還給我半山坡上的那曲牧歌
哪怕已經被妳錄在了磁帶上
也請把幽揚的笛子還給我
請還給我
我與我兄弟姐妹的關系
哪怕只有半年也請還給我
請還給我愛的空間
哪怕已經被妳汙染了
也請把夢想還給我
請還給我整個地球
哪怕已經被妳分割成
壹千個國家
壹億個村莊
也請妳還給我!
麥堅利堡 羅門
超過偉大的
是人類對偉大已感到茫然
戰爭坐在此哭誰
它的笑聲 曾使七萬個靈魂陷落在比睡眠還深的地帶
太陽已冷 星月已冷 太平洋的浪被炮火煮開也都冷了
史密斯 威廉斯 煙花節光榮伸不出手來接妳們回家
妳們的名字運回故鄉 比入冬的海水還冷
在死亡的喧噪裏 妳們的無救 上帝的手呢
血已把偉大的紀念沖洗了出來
戰爭都哭了 偉大它為什麽不笑
七萬朵十字花 圍成園 排成林 繞成百合的村
在風中不動 在雨裏也不動
沈默給馬尼拉海灣看 蒼白給遊客們的照相機看
史密斯 威廉斯 在死亡紊亂的鏡面上 我只想知道
哪裏是妳們童幼時眼睛常去玩的地方
哪地方藏有春日的錄音帶與彩色的幻燈片
麥堅利堡 鳥都不叫了 樹葉也怕動
凡是聲音都會使這裏的靜默受擊出血
空間與空間絕緣 時間逃離鐘表
這裏比灰暗的天地線還少說話 永恒無聲
美麗的無音房 死者的花園 活人的風景區
神來過 敬仰來過 汽車與都市也都來過
而史密斯 威廉斯 妳們是不來也不去了
靜止如取下擺心的表面 看不清歲月的臉
在日光的夜裏 星滅的晚上
妳們的盲睛不分季節地睡著
睡醒了壹個死不透的世界
睡熟了麥堅利堡綠得格外憂郁的草場
死神將聖品擠滿在嘶喊的大理石上
給升滿的星條旗看 給不朽看 給雲看
麥堅利堡是浪花已塑成碑林的陸上太平洋
壹幅悲天泣地的大浮雕 掛入死亡最黑的背景
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