O sing, fair lady, when with me
O sing, fair lady, when with me
Sad songs of Georgia no more:
They bring into my memory
Another life, a distant shore.
Your beautiful, your cruel tune
Brings to my memory, alas,
The steppe, the night - and with the moon
Lines of a far, unhappy lass.
Forgetting at the sight of you
That shadow fateful, shadow dear,
I hear you singing - and anew
I picture it before me, here.
O sing, fair lady, when with me
Sad songs of Georgia no more:
They bring into my memory
Another life, a distant shore.
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"The little prince"
We are busy all day, like swarms of flies without souls, noisy, restless, unable to hear the voices of the soul. As time goes by, childhood away, we grew up, years away a lot of memories, once have also eroded the bottom of the childish innocence, we regardless of the shackles of mind, indulge in the world buckish, focus on the beneficial principle, we have lost themselves.
The old man and the sea
Life always makes us black and blue, but later on, the injured places will become the strongest of us.
The thorn birds
Memory is such, even including the memories of those affectionate love, as if my mind is an unconscious healing process, although we have determined not forget forever, but it still can make the wound healing.
One hundred years of solitude
The history of the family is a cycle of an unstoppable machine, a rotating wheel, the gear, if it weren't for shaft will gradually wear and tear, inevitably will rotate forever.
In the past are false, memory is a road of no return, past all spring cannot recover, even the most the most virtuous love, in the end is just a fleeting reality, only the eternal loneliness.
Catcher in the rye
I mean, the kids are running, they don't know where they're going, I have to get out of somewhere and catch them. I've been doing this all day. I just want to be a catcher in the rye. I know it's crazy, but that's what I really like to do.
We do live a hard life, and we have to deal with all kinds of external pressures, and we have to face our own internal perplexities. In the struggle, if someone gives you an understanding look, you will feel the warmth of life, and perhaps only a fleeting glance is enough to excite me.
Jane eyre
Do you think that I am poor and plain and have no feelings? I swear to you that if god gave me wealth and beauty, I would make you unable to leave me, just as I cannot leave you now. Although god did not do this, we are still spiritually equal.
Wuthering heights
I don't want you to suffer more than I am, heathcliff. I only wish we would never be apart: if I have a word that will make you sad in the future, think of the same sorrow I feel under the earth, for my own sake, forgive me!
I love him at the foot of the land, the air overhead, his every touch something, he said every word, I love all of his look, every movement, and his whole person, he is all about.
Unbearable lightness of life
We go through all the sudden and unguarded moments of life, like actors entering the first row. If the first dress rehearsal in life is life itself, what is life worth?
"The godfather"
Friendship is everything. Friendship is more important than talent. More important than the government, it is almost equal to the family. Don't forget that.
Notre Dame DE Paris
Magnanimity is the only light that can illuminate a great soul.
hypocrite
He who laughs best is always the first to speak ill of others.
Uncle Tom's cabin
Have such a happy man in the world, their own pain into the happiness of others, their cries buried himself in the hope of earth, it becomes a seed, grow flowers and perfume, oppressors healing for alone.
Quiet don river
Don't spit in the well. Maybe you'll come and drink the water from the well.
Prometheus bound
It is easy to stand outside the pain and exhort the afflicted.
Essays on bacon
Virtue is like fame. By burning or crushing it is strong: it is the best way to show evil, and good fortune reveals virtue.
Doctor zhivago
Now I say that you must pay special attention: the man who exists in the heart of others is the soul of this man. This is what you are, the things that your consciousness is breathing, nourishing and intoxicating in your life, which is your soul, your immortality, and your life in others.
The adventures of the good soldier
Anyone can make a mistake. The more you think about it, the more likely you are to make mistakes.
The adventures of Tom Sawyer
He discovered a great law of human behavior, oneself still don't know - that is, in order to make an adult or a child want to do something, just need to try to make it not easy to get.
The Arabian nights
All the hypocrisy of the world, just as the smoke of the eye, only the truth is the basis of the world. The false darkness shall be consumed by the brightness of truth.
The giant
The most painful thing between people is that where you think you deserve good will and friendship, you suffer and suffer.
Old man
Our heart is a treasure-house, suddenly emptied, it will go bankrupt. One man takes all the emotion out of it, just like spending all his money without forgiveness.
Madame bovary
Life was as bleak as the roof of a skylight, but boredom was an unknown spider, netting in the dark corners of her heart.
Oliver twist
Joy and sorrow in the cup of destiny, but it never had a bitter tears, because even sorrow itself has been diluted, and wrapped in a sweet and warm memories, lost all bitter, become a solemn joy.
Notre Dame DE Paris
The man's heart was so desperate that the sponge had sucked enough water, and it could not add a drop of water to it even if the sea had flowed over it.
The count of monte cristo
If you want something, you have to let it be free, if it comes back to you, it's yours, and if it doesn't come back, you never have it.
La Traviata
I am not rich enough to love you as I wish; I am not poor enough to be loved as you wish. Let us forget each other -- you are forgetting a name that is rather cold to you, and I am forgetting a happiness which I cannot support.
Pride and prejudice
I can't tell you exactly when, where, when you saw your style, what kind of speech you heard, which made me begin to fall in love with you.
That was a long time ago. By the time I found myself falling in love with you, I was halfway there.
The red and the black
Fate brings us together in this world, and we hurt each other almost as much as we can. He gave me a final blow when I died.
Goat fat ball
Sometimes, I may be so weak that I burst into tears, and sometimes I find myself walking a long way with my teeth.
The unbearable lightness of life
From now on, I began to choose my life carefully, and I no longer easily lost myself in all kinds of temptations. I have heard the call from afar, no need to go back to care about the right and wrong. I have no time to think about the past, I want to move forward.
Anna karenina by Leo Tolstoy
The world has never been more beautiful than the most beautiful. And the closest thing to a perfect moment is the easiest to go the other way.
"In retrospect"
Life is just a series of isolated moments, with memories and fantasies, many meanings emerge, then disappear, disappear and then emerge.
美文摘抄1
Life is a boundless sea, a person is a small boat on the sea. The sea is not calm, so people are always happy and sad. When the trouble of nameless comes, frustrated and confused burning each nerve. But, my friend, don't forget to keep a quiet heart. The pain will no longer be there.
In front of everyone, there is a road to the distance, rugged but full of hope. Not everyone can go far away, because there are always people who are tired of leaving their shoes in the sand. Therefore, the feeling of the master is not the pleasure and the pain itself, but the mood.
When the troubles of life come, please drop the load, look up to the bright, blue sky, let the gentle blue into the heart. Just as I was tired of playing in my childhood, I lay down on a soft green grass and let the sun dance on my face and let the breeze brush the unwrinkled heart.
When surrounded by layers of frustrated, please open the window and let the breath of fresh air came in, and in the earthy scent of sweet looking for a quiet, like a child, pick up the dandelion of fine beard, summoned the cheeks are blown open a and a small umbrella, with a surprise close your eyes, make a wish. Therefore, the heart has a lot of comfort and joy.
When the helpless melancholy comes, please shine your eyes, watch the sunset, listen to the birds chirping. Like a childhood in a small courtyard to listen to the song of cricket cricket, the rise of a number of stars twinkling in the sky. So, all the annoying noises gradually disappear, and have a quiet heart.
Hold on to a peaceful heart, you will sincerely sigh: even if I am not happy, do not frown deeply, life is short, why should we cultivate bitterness?
Hold on to a quiet heart, you will understand that big can dilute worry, quiet can dispel confusion. Yes, no one knows how far away it is, but open the window of the soul, let the sunshine and the moonlight come in, and there is a song of joy that never dies.
By holding on to a peaceful heart, you can constantly transcend and challenge yourself constantly. Even if the distance is forever, there will be something -- a miracle. From youth digest
美文摘抄2
On the water, arch the ancient stone bridge, like a curved eyebrows;
Under the stone bridge, there were Bridges in the water, and people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenia flowers, bamboo hats, and selling steamed cakes.
The Banks of the river are narrow and steep; On the shore, there is a walk back to the court, there is a tea house to the river, the book field, the restaurant; There was also a home, a stone stair to the back door of the house, and the sisters were squatting on the stone terraces, washing dishes, and washing their feet, and washing rice; Their prints are like colorful herbs.
Their soft words, like the return of purple yan, playing the twittering of the spring song;
On the bridge, under the bridge, in the basket, is fresh and fresh, fish, fish, mandarin fish;
In the bamboo basket, it is the water chestnut, lotus root, zanggu, and water chestnut;
The little street, though paved with slabs of stone, is as if it were in the water, like a river harbour, and the fishy smell of it. Perhaps, this is jiangnan. Sketch in a corner of jiangnan.
The sound of the soft and beautiful silk string;
That is more beautiful than xi shi, more intelligent young girl; Perhaps this is the image and character of jiangnan.
美文摘抄3
The Netherlands is the land of water, the land of flowers and the land of pasture. The green and low ground between the canals, the black and white cattle, the white head black cattle, the white waist-blue black cattle, and the head grazing. Some cattle are covered with moisture-proof felt. The cattle ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if they were thinking. The calf looks like your ladyship, with a dignified appearance. An old cow is like a parent of a herd of cows. Far and wide, it was surrounded by verdant velvets and black and white flowers. This is the real Netherlands. This is the real netherland: the green lowlands are inlaid with canals, the horses in groups, the husks are strong, the legs are thick as columns, and the mane is flying in the wind. In addition to deep grass covering the canal, nothing can stop they go to Utrecht or I fu le, vast fields seems to be owned by them, they are the master of the free kingdom, and the duke.
Low on the ground and white sheep, they are in the paradise of green grassland, leisurely. The black pigs, grunting, seemed to approve of something. There were also thousands of chickens, hairy goats, but no one. This is the real Netherlands.
It was only in the evening that someone came in the boat, sat on the stool, and milked the serious silent cows. The golden evening glow spread on the western sky, and occasionally in the distance.
The whistle blew, and then there was silence. Here, no one shouted, and the bell on the cow's neck did not sound, and the milker was silent.
In the canal, boats filled with milk barrels slow and smooth, and car trains carry a can of milk to the city. After the car, everything was calm again, the dog did not bark, the cattle in the circle did not make a moo, the horse hoofs did not kick the stable, it was very quiet. Sleeping animals, silent lowlands, and dark nights, only a few lighthouses in the distance gleamed.
This is the real Netherlands. (.).
