篇壹
Why I Love You 我之所以愛妳
Every time I think about you,
I'm reminded of the reasons why I love you
From the deep of my heart and soul.
And I wonder what I'd do without you,
Without your healing *** ile,
Your words of faith,
The caring and sensitive way you touch me,
Lifting me just when I need it most.
Without you,
What would I have?
What would I be?
I can't imagine existing in a world
Where someone doesn't love me the way you do.
You're the only one
Who’s ever understood me and accepted me for who I am.
And I think you're nothing short of amazing.
Your love has always been and will always be
Life’s greatest gift to me!
篇二
My Book Report is Due Today
My book report is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm ing to regret.
I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.
I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.
I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.
I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.
It's either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.
篇三
我聽見美洲在歌唱
I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work,or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day--at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
篇四
Old Black Joe 老黑喬
by Stephen C. Foster
***1***
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay;那些心頭年輕、無憂無慮的日子已離我遠去
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away;我的夥伴也離開了棉花田
Gone from the earth to a better land I know，離開這裏到壹個更好的地方，我知道
I hear their gentle voices calling， "Old Black Joe!" 我聽見他們柔聲呼喚
***Refrain：*** I'm ing， I'm ing， for my head is bending low;?老黑喬!?***反復***
I hear their gentle voices calling，我來了，我來了，因為我的頭漸漸低垂;
"Old Black Joe!" 我聽見他們柔聲呼喚?老黑喬!?
***2***
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? 我為何哭泣，我心並不悲傷?
Why do I sigh that my friends e not again? 我為何要嘆息夥伴不復來?
Grieving for forms now departed long ago，只為懷念早已逝去的人，
I hear their gentle voices calling，我聽見他們柔聲呼喚
"Old Black Joe!"?老黑喬!?
***3***
Where are thee hearts once so happy and so free? 昔日快樂無羈的人們，如今安在?
The children so dear that I held upon my knee? 還有，我抱在膝上可愛的小家夥?
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go，他們都已到了我靈魂所渴望去的海岸，
I hear their gentle voices calling，我聽見他們柔聲呼喚
"Old Black Joe!"?老黑喬!?