太煽情了，有点小感动。 
阳春白雪
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--LET life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.--Rabindranath Tagore
If you would be idle and sit listless and let your thoughts float on the clouds，come，O come to my garden.
"HOW far are you from me, O Fruit?"
"I am hidden in your heart, O Flower."
Room is scare in the infinite sky where we dwell. For in the springtime flowers come in crowds，and the busy wings of bees jostle each other. Our little heaven，where dwell only we two immortals, is too absurdly narrow.
"WE, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but why are you so silent?"
"I am a mere flower."
"I HAVE lost my dewdrop," cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
When the two sisters go to fetch water，they come to this spot and they smile.
"HOW may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" asked the little flower.
"By the simple silence of thy purity," answered the sun.
THE dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
I HAVE learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine--teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
I HAVE scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
"What comes from your willing hands I take. I beg for nothing more."
"If there be a stray flower for me I will wear it in my heart."
"But if there be thorns？"
"I will endure them."
"Yes，yes，I know you, modest mendicant， you ask for all that one has."
If it were only a flower， round and small and sweet， I could pluck it from its stem to set it in your hair.
But it is a heart， my beloved. Where are its shores and its bottom？
You know not the limits of this kingdom， still you are its queen.
If it were only a moment of pleasure it would flower in an easy smile， and you could see it and read it in a moment.
If it were merely a pain it would melt in limpid tears， reflecting its inmost secret without a word.
But it is love， my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are boundless， and endless its wants and wealth.
It is as near to you as your life， but you can never wholly know it.
BEES sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
DO not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
"WHAT language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?" "The language of eternal silence."
THE leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
THE night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
Day after day he comes and goes away.Go, and give him a flower from my hair ( hare :))， my friend.
GOD comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from mypast kept fresh in his basket.
A flutter of a flitting touch brushed me and vanished in a moment，like a torn flower petal blown in the breeze.
"Ah no, my friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them."
THY sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
THE service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.
I am ever as young or as old as the youngest and the oldest of this village.