发信人: shoping(小品)
整理人: roy_young(2001-07-03 04:02:05), 站内信件
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Youth is not a time of life;it is a state of mind;it is not a
matter of rosy cheeks,red lips and supple knees;it is a
matter of will,a quality of imagination,a vigor
of emotions;it is the fressness of the
deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage
over timidity,of the appetite of adventure over the love of ease.
This often in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.Nobody grows
old merely by a number of years.We grow old by deserting
our ideals.
Years may wrinkling the skin,but to give up the enthusiasm
wrnkles the soul.Worry,fear,selfdistrust bows our heart
and turns the spirit back to dust.
Weather 60 or 16 ,there is in human being's heart the lure of
wonder,the appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of
living.In the center of your heart and my heart there is a
wireless station:so long as it receives messages of beauty,(抱歉，忘了一个），cheer,courage and power from men and from the infinte ,
so long as you are young.
When the aeial was down, your heart is covered with snows of
cynicism and the ice of pessimism ,then,you grow old,even at
20;and when the aerial was up to catch messages of optimism,
there is a hope you may die young at 80.
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花谢花飞花满天,红消香断有谁怜?游丝软系飘春榭,落絮轻沾扑绣帘.
闺中女儿惜春暮,愁绪满怀无释处,手把花锄出绣闺,忍踏落花来复去.
柳丝榆荚自芳菲,不管桃飘与李飞.桃李明年能再发,明年闺中知有谁?
三月香巢已垒成,梁间燕子太无情!明年花发虽可啄,却不道人去梁空巢也倾.
一年三百六十日,风刀霜剑严相逼,明媚鲜妍能几时,一朝飘泊难寻觅.
花开易见落难寻,阶前闷杀葬花人,独倚花锄泪暗洒,洒上空枝见血痕.
杜鹃无语正黄昏,荷锄归去掩重门.青灯照壁人初睡,冷雨敲窗被未温.
怪奴底事倍伤神,半为怜春半恼春:
怜春忽至恼忽去,至又无言去不闻.昨宵庭外悲歌发,知是花魂与鸟魂?
花魂鸟魂总难留,鸟自无言花自羞.愿奴胁下生双翼,随花飞到天尽头.
天尽头,何处有香丘?未若锦囊收艳骨,一え净土掩风流.
质本洁来还洁去,强于污淖陷渠沟.尔今死去侬收葬,未卜侬身何日丧?
侬今葬花人笑痴,他年葬侬知是谁?试看春残花渐落,便是红颜老死时.
一朝春尽红颜老,花落人亡两不知! |
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