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My Friend

My Friend when I think of you.
I think of all that we've been through.
All the times we argue and fight,
I know deep inside that it isn't right.
I, then feel bad and alot of pain.
It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.
I love you dear friend with all of my heart.
But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.
I'm getting better as the days go by.
I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.
I pray to you every night.
It's like you're my fire, a burning light.
My dear friend, I miss you alot.
I still wonder why you were put in that spot.
I know you're in a place much better than here.
Watching and helping me with all of my fear.
Our friendship my dear friend,
we will have to the end.
Friends til the end is what we will be.
Someday we'll be together,
together you and me.

Dreams 梦想

-Langston 兰斯顿。休斯

Hold fast to dreams, 紧紧抓住梦想

For if dreams die 梦想若是消亡

Life is a droken-winged bird 生命就像鸟儿折了翅膀

That can never fly 再也不能飞翔

Hold fast to dreams 紧紧抓住梦想

For when dreams go 梦想若是消丧

Life is a barren field 生命就像贫瘠的荒野

Fro zenonly with snow 雪覆冰封，万物不再生长

经典英文诗1 　　If you were a teardrop;In my eye, 　　For fear of losing you,I would never cry 　　And if the golden sun,Should cease to shine its light, 　　Just one smile from you,Would make my whole world bright. 　　如果你是我眼里的;一滴泪; 　　为了不失去你;我将永不哭泣; 　　如果金色的阳光;停止了它耀眼的光芒; 　　你的一个微笑;将照亮我的整个世界。

1.THE WORLDS NEED

Ella Wheeler Wilcox O many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs.

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The Last Leaf

Oliver Wendell Holmes I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. The Last Leaf by Oliver Wendell Holmes

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