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发表于 2014-1-13 13:11:48
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突然想起了这么一首诗。# Q: M9 V* U% e2 s7 E X
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glints on snow,I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there; I did not die.' E; @3 }. J' x% a; i7 n* F
8 d9 ]& ~$ r* C% j) T2 K4 S+ S, B大侠,不要放弃自己的生活,不执着,才不会躲。 |
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