所属专辑:A little poem 一首小诗 声音简介 Falling up by Shel Silverstein I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops, Up over the mountains, Up where the colors Blend into the sounds. ...
my heart a frightened bird beating against glass panes, I almost ran from the warm theater, threading through happy chatter to stand alone in the cold night air, thinking I could cry unnoticed in the dark. But then one, then two friends found me and took turns pulling me into their softn...