名句诵读 When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire,take down this book,And slowly read,and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled And paced upon the ...
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.To me, it's the kiss of death when you start winking at the audience as an actor. I just never liked it. I don't like it when we do mono...
the eudemonia is budding in me…the delight of a birdieyou are gray such a mermaid sesamedreamer with all sorts of obolI smell the obol that dreams of embers of sempiternitythe Epicureanism is flourishing in me…the beatitude of a catyou are golden like druidic landphilosopher with a litt...