Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part One:, That never wrote to me,— The simpl
Apollo stood on the high cliff;"come to the edge", he said.“we cant",they said , "it is too high"。 '
总有人活着,总有些无奈,总有些困惑,总有时对生命怀疑,总有时必须戴面具,总有时……但是,每每想到,这人间毕竟充满了爱,也充满了爱的故事,就觉得,人活着,自有他的意义!有人还记得吗?尤其是70年代的姐妹
母爱------写在母亲节幼儿时,母爱在怀抱里,沾满乳香的衣襟,包裹着每个娇嫩的梦。小学时,母爱在书包里,涂画皱折的书本上,有她一遍遍梳理的手印。大学了,母爱在假期里,厨房每一份煎炒,都端出她满满的情