The Rainy Day The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;It rains,and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the moldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.My life is cold and dark and dreary;It rains and the wind is never weary;My thought still cling to the moldering past,But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,And the days are dark and dreary.Be still,sad heart! And cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.THE NEW YEAR Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.Ring out the grief that saps the mind,For those that here we see no more;Ring out the feud of rich and poor,Ring in redress to all mankind.The Seaside Is My HomeI live near the sea for years.The billow sound every night,Enlightens me how to be great,And how to look on greatness.Without seeing great mountains,I form no habit of looking up.I live near the sea for years.Too much water, saltier than tears,Floats some directional boats,Or other drifting boatsTo travel far across the sea.So the shore is always in my heart.I live near the sea for years.With more floaters on the sea,Sweet and LowSweet and low , sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying noon, and blow,Blow him again to me;While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,Father will come to thee soon;Rest, rest on mother's breast,Father will come to thee soon;Father will come to his babe in the nest,Silver sails all out of the westUnder the silver moon;Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.I Felt the Sunlight Along the long, long corridorI go on walking . . .—Before me there are dazzling windows,on either side, walls reflecting the light.The sunlight and I,I'm standing with the sunlight.—Now I remember how intense that sunlight is! So warm it stops me from taking another step, so bright I hold my breath.The light of the whole universe converges here. —I'm unaware of the existence of anything else. There is only me, leaning on sunlight,still for a full ten seconds.Sometimes, ten secondsis longer than a quarter of a century. Finally, I dash down the stairs,push open the door,and run in the spring sunlight …Ask me no moreAsk me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose;For in your beauty’s orient deep,These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do strayThe golden atoms of the day;For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.Ask me no more whither doth hasteThe nightingale, when May is past;For in your sweet dividing throatShe winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night;For in your eyes they sit, and thereFixed become, as in their sphere.Here we stand together Here we stand together,Dressed in our pain,Covered with scarsFrom wounds we did not ask forOr deserve.So what now?We can't go backAnd relive our lives.We can't take backThe innocence we lostOr make the sadness we feltInto happiness.I Think I CanIf you think you are beaten, you are; If you think you dare not, you don't; If you want to win but think you can't; It's almost a cinch you won't.If you think you'll lose, you're lost; For out of the world we find Success begins with a fellow's will;It's all in a state of mind.Life's battles don't always goTo the stronger and faster man,But sooner or later the man who winsIs the man who thinks he can. Never give upNever give up,Never lose hope.Always have faith,It allows you to cope.Trying times will pass,Is they always do.Just have patience,Your dreams will come true.So put on a smile,You'll live through your pain.Know it will pass,And strength you will gain.Hold fast to dreams Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams die,Life is a broken-winged bird,That can never fly.Hold fast to dreams,For when dreams go ,Life is a barren field，Frozen only with snow.Singing AloneWho am I?I am the lonely soul of a waterfallA poem constantly dwellingin loneliness.My drifting song is the wandering trace of a dreamMy only audienceThe silence.The WildThe deer’s hair is short and brown,The bird’s have soft down.The rabbit’s nose is very sharp,The robin’s voice is like a harp.The mountains are very tall,The trees grow and fall.The bear is asleep in its den,The fox is stalking the hen.The gees are all flying away,But the ground squirrels are here to stay. These are all the things I sawNature is living to its law.The White ChristmasI'm dreaming of the white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know.The tree tops glisten and children Listen to hear sleigh-bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of the white ChristmasWith every Christmas card I write.May your days be merry and bright,And may all your Christmases be white. A Grain of SandTo see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild fllower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.Silent meaningThe word not spokengoes not quite unheard.It lingers in the eye,in the semi-arch of brow.A gesture of the handspeaks pages more than words,The echo rests in the heartas driftwood does in sand,To be rubbed by timeuntil it rots or shines.The word not spokentouches us as musicdoes the mind.True FriendStanding byAll the wayHere to help youthrough your dayHolding you upWhen you are weakHelping you find whatit is you seekCatching your tearsWhen you cryPulling you throughwhen the tide is highAbsorbing your voiceWhen you talkStanding by when youlearn to walkJust being thereThrough thick and thinAll just to say:you are my friend. MorningLove to wake to each new day And brush my dreamsOf night awayAnd look out throughmy window wideTo see what weather is outside And wonder what exciting thing This shining, un-used dayWill bring.WHAT IS SUCCESS What is success?To laugh often and love much;To win the respect of intelligent peopleAnd the affection of children;To earn the approbation of honest criticsAnd endure the betrayal of false friends;To appreciate beauty;To find the best in others;To give one’s self;To leave the world a little better,Whether by a healthy child,A garden patch,Or a redeemed social condition;To have played and laughed with enthusiasm And sung with exultation;To know even one life has breathed easier，Because you have lived...This is to have succeeded.To My FriendsNo friendship is useless and no day is in vain. Just as God has a purpose for sunshine and rain. All can be discouraged and everyone cries,But we have friends to comfort us.Beneath these cloudy skies.All hearts can break… they’re fragile as glassBut with a friend beside us, this too shall pass.Friends who are faithful and noble at heart,You may be afar, but we will never be apart.Be swift to give praises for the friendship we have gained, And remember God will raise the sun just after it has rained. Your friendships are a gift,So be sure to thank allMy friends.I wish you enoughBy Rachel P., Fresno, CAWhen we say I wish you enough,we want the other persons to have a life filledwith enough good things to sustain them.I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirits up.I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joysin life appear much bigger.I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.I wish you enough hellos to get youthrough the final Goodbye.HomesickWhen I was a child,my homesickness was a small stamp Linking Mum at the other end and me this.When grown up,I remained homesick,but it became a ticket By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.Then homesickness took the shape of a grave.Mum inside of it and me outside.Now I’m still homesick,but it is a narrow strait Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.SeekingI am just a cloudletnow and thenSkip over you mindyou are just a breezeOnce in the wayFly into my heartMay it beWe will stump overSomeday somewhereAt a warm loughWish at the momentYou will slow dowm your stepI will break off my foot mark.THE SIGNIFICANCE OF FAILURE Failure doesn’t mean you are a f ailure,It does mean you haven’t succeeded yet.Failure doesn’t mean you have accomplished nothing,It does mean you have learned something.Failure doesn’t mean you have been a fool,It does mean you had a lot of faith.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve been d isgraced,It does mean you were willing to try.Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it,It does mean you have to do something in a different way. Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior,It does mean you are not perfect.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted yo ur life,It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.Failure doesn’t mean you should give up,It does mean you must try harder.Failure doesn’t mean you’ll never make it,It does mean it will take a little longer.Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you,It does mean God has a better idea.An Hour AgoI stood there in the twilightAnd I felt the surge of darknessAs it flooded from the raftersAnd came down to touch your doorIn the softening of the moonlight,and the cooling of the day.TODAY IS A NEW DAYYour tomorrows are as brightas you want to make them.There is no reason to carrythe darkness of the pastwith you into today.Today is a wonderful new experience，full of every possibility to makeyour life exactly what you want it to be.Today is the beginning of new happiness,new directions and new relationships.Today is the day to remind yourselfthat you posses the powerand strength you needto bring contentment, love and joy into your life.Today is the day to understand yourselfand to give yourself the loveand the patience that you need.Today is the day to move forwardtowards your bright tomorrow.The Music WithinLife...What is it?See it in the colors of autumn,A gentle snowfall in winter,A sudden shower in spring,The radiance of a summer day.Behold it in the laughter Of the young and the old. Know of it in a surge of hope,The blessings that are bountiful.What is life? It is joy,awareness,And the music within.Frow New Voice in American Poetry.An Angel KissAn Angel kissed my tears awaytoday when I was sad.I wasn’t feeling quite myselfmy day had been so bad.I felt a warmth brush by methat quickly dried my tears;A gentle, kind, and loving touchthat seemed to hold me near.Immediately, I felt so much betterand the day seemed brighter, too.I guess that’s just the way you feelwhen an Angel comforts you.Friendship Is Like the BreezeFriendship is like the breeze,You can't hold it,Smell it,Taste itOr know when it's coming,But you can always feel it,And you'll always know it's there,It may come and then go,But you can know it'll always be back…The Glistening Milky WayThe way back Home is very far away.Why such a long way?I came all the way and when I looked back,The tears that I shed, sprinkled into a glistening Milky Way.Autumn Wind Blows Off A Lamp's LightHe's never criedAnd already let the dark nightSlip off a paper whiteFor many timesThe autumn wind instantly blows offThe light of a lampWhile my heart is still barrenAnd lit with a shameBy the name of faintnessFrom those versesReleaseThe souls of the deadHow much flameA poet's body could ever haveWhen burningIt whines as Xun's wailSome beingsSettle downIn the lit starry skyWith a smile he walks up toThat gust of windWhich is going to ruin him雨天天冷、阴暗、沉闷；下着雨，风也刮个不停；藤还攀附着颓垣残壁，每来一阵狂风，枯叶附落纷纷，天真是阴暗而沉闷。