一不小心

我也沦为败犬了

汗……

常听说

男人和女人有很多不同

在思考问题的方式上尤为不同

他们能够做到互相理解吗

现在常常发现

人有时候真的很难了解另一个人

即便是身边最亲最熟的人

乃至自己

这是什么样的年代

在疯狂发展的同时

有些道德也在急速的沦陷

人与人之间的情感还可信吗

我一如天真的对待每个人

是件极其可笑的事吗

但我还是很想发问

男人会认真长久地爱吗?

如果您路过

留下答案吧

这次用中文吧～

这里没有人认识我～

这里我想发问～

全世界的朋友们～

你们生活得好吗～

为什么当光阴逝去～

当你已经成长起来～

越发地发觉生活的不易～

累啊～

你们累吗～

Just like this,

I hold your hands,
In the warm afternoon of the early autumn,
We go together to look for
That maple leaf covered path.

I tip toe a second,
And whisper in your ears with my finest voice:
Let's stop for a moment,
Let me nestle in your arms,

and let my heart melt.
Thereupon,
Right under that fire-red maple tree,
Right in the autumn breeze with flying maple leaves,
I cautiously
Kiss you.

Your luscious lips
Are prayers of my past life, and destiny of my present.
Your warm n' thick palms
Upholding my wandered

n' exhausted heart.
Your body reflections
Wafting n' casting into my

wave-glittering
Eyes.

Oh, the floating falling maple leaves,
Please, please
Soften the sound of your graceful footsteps;
Please do not disturb
Autumn -
The wake-me-not dream.

 I wish I could remember the first day

　　First hour, first moment of your meeting me

　　If  bright or dim the season

　　It might be summer or winter for aught I can say

　　So unrecorded did it slip away

　　So blind was I to see and foresee

　　So dull to mark the budding of my tree

　　That would not blossom yet for many a May

　　If only I could recollect it

　　Such a day of days

　　Let it come and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow

　　It seemed to mean so little, meant so much

　　If only now I could reed that touch

　　First touch of hand in hand-Did one but know

The word not spoken

　　goes not quite unheard.

　　It lingers in the eye,

　　in the semi-arch of brow.　

A gesture of the hand

　　speaks pages more than words,

　　The echo rests in the heart

　　as driftwood does in sand,

　　To be rubbed by time

　　until it rots or shines.　

The word not spoken

　　touches us as music

　　does the mind.

　                                                          If one day you feel like crying...

      Call me.
　　I don’t promise that I will make you laugh,
　　But I can cry with you.

　　If one day you want to run away...
　　Don’t be afraid to call me.
　　I don’t promise to ask you to stop,
　　But I can run with you.

　　If one day you don’t want to listen to anyone...  

      Call me.
　   I promise to be there for you.
　    And I promise to be very quiet.

　　　　　　　　　                                  But if one day you call...
　　　　　　　　　                                  And there is no answer...
　　　　　　　　　                                  Come fast to see me.
　　　　　　　　　                                  Perhaps I need you.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;

　　Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,

　　Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

　　The palm and may make country houses gay,

　　Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,

　　And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,

　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

　　The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,

　　Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,

　　In every street these tunes our ears do greet,

　　Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo！

　　Spring! the sweet Spring！

　　　　　　　　　　                                   Beautiful snow, so pure and white,
 Dancing through the air you go;
 Falling so gently, softly and light
 From the clouds above to the earth below. 

 Beautiful snow, so pure and white,
 The crowning beauty of winter cold;
 Falling both by day and by night,
 Falling on mountain-top and wold.

 Beautiful snow, so pure and white,
 Falling gently on vale and dell;
 Covering the cottage of the poor,

And the mansion of the rich as well.
　
　　　　　　　　　　Beautiful snow, so pure and white,
　　　　　　　　　　Falling on things both high and low;
　　　　　　　　　　Hiding the fallen leaves out of sight,
　　　　　　　　　　While over the brown tree you thickly blow.

　　　　　　　　　　Beautiful snow, white and pure,
　　　　　　　　　　Oh, how I love to see you fall!
　　　　　　　　　　Oh, I am certain, yes, I am sure,
　　　　　　　　　　Nothing's as pretty as snow at all.

　　　　　　　　　　Lord! Make my heart as pure and white,
　　　　　　　　　　As the snow when it falls from above;
　　　　　　　　　　Fill me with the truth and light,
　　　　　　　　　　And sweet, beautiful faith and love. 
      

Happy New Year !Friends !

At New Year and always,

may peace and love fill your heart,

beauty fill your world,

and contentment and joy fill your days.