Beautiful, She Said你真漂亮，她说     　　I never thought that I understood her. She always seemed so far away from me. I loved her, of course. We shared mutual love from the day I was born. I came into this world with a bashed head and

I happened to chance upon this poem a while ago when I was checking my email. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem largely considered to be written by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004), but of disputed origin. Of course the reason I am

Night after night, she came to tuck（卷起，挤进） me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.I don't remember when it first start

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat（公猫）. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a