It is A beautiful face,
I was lying on the bed to see the angel"s face.
Bandaging the wounds of love warm exorcise fear.
That moment,
I feel I have a strong motherland.
It is a kind of faces
that I see before Ben away from the classroom the most calm face.
To his students,
his achievements in the eternal.
That moment, I feel I have a strong motherland.
Shall I compare thee to a summer"s day?
Shakespear
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer"s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm"d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature"s changing course untrimm"d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow"st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander"st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow"st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
It is A beautiful face,
I was lying on the bed to see the angel"s face.
Bandaging the wounds of love warm exorcise fear.
That moment,
I feel I have a strong motherland.
It is a kind of faces
that I see before Ben away from the classroom the most calm face.
To his students,
his achievements in the eternal.
That moment, I feel I have a strong motherland.
Shall I compare thee to a summer"s day?
Shakespear
Shall I compare thee to a summer"s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer"s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm"d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature"s changing course untrimm"d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow"st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander"st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow"st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.