飘飘飞雪
关于爱 Freda Bright says, "Only in opera do people die of love." It's true. You really can't love somebody to death. I've known people to die from no love, but I've never known anyone to be loved to death. We just can't love one another enough. A heart-warming story tells of a woman who finally decided to ask her boss for a raise in salary. All day she felt nervous and apprehensive. Late in the afternoon she summoned the courage to approach her employer. To her delight, the boss agreed to a raise. The woman arrived home that evening to a beautiful table set with their best dishes. Candles were softly glowing. Her husband had come home early and prepared a festive meal. She wondered if someone from the office had tipped him off, or... did he just somehow know that she would not get turned down? She found him in the kitchen and told him the good news. They embraced and kissed, then sat down to the wonderful meal. Next to her plate the woman found a beautifully lettered note. It read: "Congratulations, darling! I knew you'd get the raise! These things will tell you how much I love you." Following the supper, her husband went into the kitchen to clean up. She noticed that a second card had fallen from his pocket. Picking it off the floor, she read: "Don't worry about not getting the raise! You deserve it anyway! These things will tell you how much I love you." Someone has said that the measure of love is when you love without measure. What this man feels for his spouse is total acceptance and love, whether she succeeds or fails. His love celebrates her victories and soothes her wounds. He stands with her, no matter what life throws in their direction. Upon receiving the Nobel Peace Prize, Mother Teresa said: "What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family." And love your friends. Love them without measure
吃货爱漫游
英文抒情散文The Coming of Light Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air.Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.光的到来纵然这一切姗姗来迟：爱的降临，光的到来。你醒了，烛光仿佛不点自明，星辰汇集，美梦涌入你的枕头里，升起一缕缕温馨的芬芳。纵然来迟，周身的骨骼仍旧光彩熠熠而明日的尘埃闪耀着融入呼吸。
深深哒瑷
Warble For Lilac-Time 为丁香花季节而歌唱Warble me now for joy of lilac-time,(returning in reminiscence,)Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature’s sake, souvenirs of earliest summer,Gather the welcome signs,(as children with pebbles or stringing shells,)Put in April and May, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air,Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes,Blue bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his golden wings,The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor,Shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above,All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running,The maple woods, the crisp February days and the sugar-making,The robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted,With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset,Or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest of his mate,The melted snow of March, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts,For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it?Thou, soul, unloosen’d—the restlessness after I know not what;Come, let us lag here no longer, let us be up and away!O if one could but fly like a bird!O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship!To glide with thee O soul, o’er all, in all as a ship O’er the waters;Gathering these hints, the preludes, the blue sky, the grass, the morning drops of dew,The lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves,Wood-violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence,Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere,To grace the bush I love—to sing with the birds,A warble for joy of lilac-time, returning in reminiscence.英文抒情散文诗欣赏：为丁香花季节而歌唱 为我歌唱丁香花季节的喜悦吧，(它正在怀念中归来，)为了大自然，请与我一起吧，灵巧的唇舌，初夏的留念，与我一起收集那些可爱的音符，(如孩童收集卵石或成串的贝壳，)将它们放进四月五月，这些池塘里鸣叫的雨蛙，轻快的微风，蜜蜂，蝴蝶，歌声单调的麻雀，蓝鸟和疾飞的燕子，也别忘了那扇着金色翅膀的天宇，那宁静的彩霞，缭绕的烟霭和水雾，鱼儿畅游的湖海的波光，头上蔚蓝的天色，那容光焕发的一切，奔流的小河，那枫树林，那清新的二月天和酿糖的日子，那跳跃着的、眼睛发亮的褐胸知更鸟，它在日出时清脆悦耳地鸣啭，日落时又歌唱，或在苹果园的树木中飞动，给它的爱侣筑巢，三月里融化的雪，杨柳刚抽出的嫩绿的柔条，因为春天到了！夏天快来了！它孕育着什么，又会产生些什么呢？你，灵魂得到解放——我不知道还在急切地追求什么；来吧，让我们不再在这里逗留，让我们奋起前进！啊，但愿一个人能像一只鸟一样飞翔！啊，能够逃逸，像乘着快艇出航！同你的灵魂，越过一切，寓于一切，像一只船划过海洋；收集起预示和征兆，这蓝天、野草、清晨的露珠，这丁香花的芬芳，这披着暗绿色心形叶片的灌木林，这木本紫罗兰，这名叫“天真”的娇小的淡淡的花卉，这种种的草木不只是为它们自己，而是为了它们的四周，为了装饰我所爱的丛林——为了与百鸟一起吟哦，唱一支深情的歌，为这回忆中归来的丁香花季节的欢乐。
