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I'd like to chat with u on self-respect
江山几何,美人几多,也不过,闭月羞波。
缱绻几何,离别几多,到头来,多情是错。
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- phoebe's notebook entry: Nov 11, 2010 i fell in love with a cat several months ago. He is a white and fat cat, he loves me as well as he is looking for a family. His former owner, for some reasons, abandon him and sent hime to the current institute. How i wish i can adopt him as my pet! Unfortunately, my mom can't accept his existence before she got allegic. However, a warm - hearted girl adopt him. How I miss him now!November 11, 201001
- who has seen the wind?who can translate this poem in ancient chinese? *Who Has Seen the Wind?* *Christina Rossetti* Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing thro'. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.March 7, 200800
- who can translate this poem by philip Freneau into flunet chinese? The Wild Honey Suckle The wild Honey Suckle By Philip Freneau Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull re I love this poem very much and translate it by myself,well,i wonder how many versions u can offer to me so i posed the problem ,if u can ,please help me The Wild Honey Suckle The wild Honey Suckle By Philip Freneau Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet; No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here the gaurdian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declinging to repose. Smit with those charms, that must decay, I grieve to see your future doom; They died--nor were those flowers more gay, The flowers that did in Eden bloom; Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower. From morning suns and evenign dews At first thy little being came: If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between, is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower.March 5, 200800

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