#晨读#
My Hermitage
Alexander Posey
Between me and the noise of strife
Are walls of mountains set with pine;
The dusty, care-strewn paths of life
Lead not to this retreat of mine.
I hear the morning wind awake
Beyond the purple height,
And, in the growing light,
The lap of lilies on the lake.
I live with Echo and with Song,
And Beauty leads me forth to see
Her temple’s colonnades, and long
Together do we love to be.
The mountains wall me in, complete,
And leave me but a bit blue
Above. All year, the days are sweet—
How sweet! And all the long nights thro’
I hear the river flowing by
Along its sandy bars;
Behold, far in the midnight sky,
An infinite of stars!
‘Tis sweet, when all is still,
When darkness gathers round,
To hear, from hill to hill,
The far, the wandering sound.
The cedar and the pine
Have pitched their tents with me.
What freedom vast is mine!
What room! What mystery!
Upon the dreamy southern breeze,
That steals in like a laden bee
And sighs for rest among the trees,
Are far-blown bits of melody.
What afterglows the twilight hold,
The darkening skies along!
And O, what rose-like dawns unfold,
That smite the hills to song!
High in the solitude of air,
The gray hawk circles on and on,
Till, like a spirit soaring there,
His image pales and he is gone!
My Hermitage
Alexander Posey
Between me and the noise of strife
Are walls of mountains set with pine;
The dusty, care-strewn paths of life
Lead not to this retreat of mine.
I hear the morning wind awake
Beyond the purple height,
And, in the growing light,
The lap of lilies on the lake.
I live with Echo and with Song,
And Beauty leads me forth to see
Her temple’s colonnades, and long
Together do we love to be.
The mountains wall me in, complete,
And leave me but a bit blue
Above. All year, the days are sweet—
How sweet! And all the long nights thro’
I hear the river flowing by
Along its sandy bars;
Behold, far in the midnight sky,
An infinite of stars!
‘Tis sweet, when all is still,
When darkness gathers round,
To hear, from hill to hill,
The far, the wandering sound.
The cedar and the pine
Have pitched their tents with me.
What freedom vast is mine!
What room! What mystery!
Upon the dreamy southern breeze,
That steals in like a laden bee
And sighs for rest among the trees,
Are far-blown bits of melody.
What afterglows the twilight hold,
The darkening skies along!
And O, what rose-like dawns unfold,
That smite the hills to song!
High in the solitude of air,
The gray hawk circles on and on,
Till, like a spirit soaring there,
His image pales and he is gone!
#秦俊杰[超话]##秦俊杰吃纸配音#[心]#秦俊杰跨界歌王#
The topic of today: Share a plant that you grow with Qin Junjie
今日主题:给秦俊杰分享一盆你养的植物
All the plants that I’ve grown in my life died within the week that I brought them home, so I won’t waste any money on growing them anymore...I’d like to share a photo of a little flower that I saw two months ago, though. It’s the only flower in the bush. When I saw this flower I felt it’s a symbol of a glimmer of hope amidst a time where all hopes are lost. It reminded me of Qin Junjie, who clung to optimism even when the world treated him like trash, when what he’d always believed was turned against him.
我这辈子养过的所有植物都在带回家的一星期里就死掉了，所以我也不会再花钱在植物身上...但我也想分享一张我两个月前见过的小花的图片。这朵花是草丛里的唯一一朵花，我看到它的时候就感觉它好像象征着绝境之中的一点希望那样。它也让我想秦俊杰—那个在全世界都把他当过街老鼠的时候、在他一直以来对人的信念大可能被粉碎的时候、也仍然坚持乐观的人。
The topic of today: Share a plant that you grow with Qin Junjie
今日主题:给秦俊杰分享一盆你养的植物
All the plants that I’ve grown in my life died within the week that I brought them home, so I won’t waste any money on growing them anymore...I’d like to share a photo of a little flower that I saw two months ago, though. It’s the only flower in the bush. When I saw this flower I felt it’s a symbol of a glimmer of hope amidst a time where all hopes are lost. It reminded me of Qin Junjie, who clung to optimism even when the world treated him like trash, when what he’d always believed was turned against him.
我这辈子养过的所有植物都在带回家的一星期里就死掉了，所以我也不会再花钱在植物身上...但我也想分享一张我两个月前见过的小花的图片。这朵花是草丛里的唯一一朵花，我看到它的时候就感觉它好像象征着绝境之中的一点希望那样。它也让我想秦俊杰—那个在全世界都把他当过街老鼠的时候、在他一直以来对人的信念大可能被粉碎的时候、也仍然坚持乐观的人。
#莎拉波娃退役#
“Tennis showed me the world—and it showed me what I was made of. It’s how I tested myself and how I measured my growth. And so in whatever I might choose for my next chapter, my next mountain, I’ll still be pushing. I’ll still be climbing. I’ll still be growing.
Tennis—I’m saying goodbye.”
我还记得那个每次赢了之后跪地掩面的你
Maria Sharapova is a great fighter.
And she will always be.
“Tennis showed me the world—and it showed me what I was made of. It’s how I tested myself and how I measured my growth. And so in whatever I might choose for my next chapter, my next mountain, I’ll still be pushing. I’ll still be climbing. I’ll still be growing.
Tennis—I’m saying goodbye.”
我还记得那个每次赢了之后跪地掩面的你
Maria Sharapova is a great fighter.
And she will always be.
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