当我走在成长的道路中
学会正直行走
是你用真诚的教导来指引
做人
学知识
懂得了道德仁义的可贵
没有您
我的老师
人间将缺多少明礼
为人诚信
与人为善
授业解惑
知恩图报
是你教育我们
真善美
植在心间
中秋节的味道 作者：古茶树
离中秋节还有一个多月
街头就看到月饼的影子
嚼着杏花楼飘香的月饼
尝到中秋节的味道
想象中秋匆匆的脚步就来了
勾起一轮明月挂在天穹
闪现光辉，带出年轮
小时候的记忆浮现
月亮走，我也走
心思跟着月亮跑
跑出山谷跑出村庄
城市的月光很圆很美
月宫里传说一直在上演
中秋月圆时你就会回来
把思念遥寄给远方亲人
天使的脚步
——献给护士节
春天，您迈着温暖的脚步走来，
轻声细语中，
让我们忘了吃药的苦，
忘了打针的疼。
夏天，您迈着热情的脚步走来，
笑容满面中，
让我们忘了生病的愁，
忘了住院的烦。
秋天，您迈着沉稳的脚步走来，
有条不紊中，
给我们带来了战胜疾病的勇气，
带来了恢复健康的信心。
冬天，您迈着严谨的脚步走来，
从容不迫中，
给我们带来了救治生命的希望，
带来了幸福美好的明天。
深夜，病房里有您轻盈的脚步，
我们在您的细心巡视中安然熟睡。
白天，病房里有您忙碌的脚步，
我们在您的精心护理下逐渐康复。
不管是春夏秋冬，
不管是黑夜白昼，
您的脚步不停地穿梭在病房里面，
时光的脚步不停地穿梭在您身上。
护士服里的身姿不再那么挺拔，
馄饨帽里的青丝添了些许华发。
您用天使的脚步诠释了永恒的青春，
我们用永恒的感谢铭记了崇高的您。
献给您，光荣的护士节!
献给您，敬爱的天使们!
Companionship of Books
A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.
《人生觅处，搁一丝浅墨》
作者：淡闲
曾向往，才华横溢的诗人指尖的一触而蹴;曾向往，展翅高飞的鸟儿眼里的千山万水;曾向往，美丽夜市的恋人牵手的甜蜜幸福。
可向往终究只是向往，没有现实的基垫，永远也无法摘到心里的繁星。
人生就是这样充满遗憾，在忙忙碌碌中开始，在忙忙碌碌中结束，跌跌起伏，在充满未知中逐渐迷失在了幻想的世界里，沦为了金钱的奴隶。
人总喜欢追求没有的，忽略已有的，被浅墨渲染的人生就像是一幅山水画，处处诗意，却又处处失意。留连于红尘俗世中诙谐搁浅的幸福。
也许，泪沉静在眼中等待着滑落的时节;也许，梦停留在彼岸展望着清醒的一刻;也许，心激动在即将成就着辉煌的流年。
人生有多少忧伤暗含其中?又有多少欢笑徘徊脑海?
写不尽的忧、梳不清的愁、填不满的爱、听不完的笑，一起构成了人生的五颜六色。
一滴浅墨停留在了笔尖，等待挥洒的一刻，成就绚丽的画卷。
