A Red,Red Rose
啊，我的爱人象红红的玫瑰，在六月里苞放；啊，我的爱人象一支乐曲，乐声美妙、悠扬。你那么美，漂亮的姑娘；我爱你那么深切；我会永远爱你，亲爱的，一直到四海涸竭。
The Daffodils水仙
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
E gaze –and gazed –but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
独自漫游似浮云，
青山翠谷上飘荡；
一刹那瞥见一丛丛、
一簇簇水仙金黄；
树荫下，明湖边，
和风吹拂舞翩跹。
仿佛群星璀璨，
沿银河闪霎晶莹；
一湾碧波边缘，
绵延，望不尽；
只见万千无穷，
随风偃仰舞兴浓。
花边波光潋滟，
怎比得繁花似锦；
面对如此良伴，
诗人怎不欢欣！
凝视，凝视，流连不止；
殊不知引起悠悠情思；
兀自倚憩息，
岑寂，幽然冥想；
蓦地花影闪心扉，
独处方能神往；
衷心喜悦洋溢，
伴水仙、舞不息。
Wild Flowers野花
This article is a message to people to love and cherish every waking moment in life and a warning not to wait too long to love, but to show people you love them before death takes them away.
Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches along the highway I travel daily to work.
There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eye. I’ve noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon sun is too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks, I see those beautiful flowers.
This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see flowers. I’ve often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditch would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the flowers thinking.” I’ll stop on my way home and dig them.”“Gee, I don’t want to get my good clothes dirty…”Whatever the reason, I never stopped to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding shovel one year for my trunk to be used for that expressed purpose.
One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the highway departent had mowed the ditches and the pretty blue flowers were gone. I thought to myself, “Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring.”
A week ago we were shocked and saddened to learn that my oldest sister-in-law has a terminal brain tumor. She is 20 years older than my husband and unfortunately, because of age and distance, we haven’t been as close as we all would have liked. I couldn’t help but see the connection between the pretty blue flowers and the relationship between my husband’s sister and us. I do believe that God has given us some time left to plant some wonderful memories that will bloom every year for us.
And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I’ll stop and transplant them to my wildflower garden.
本文告诉人们要去爱，并珍惜生命中的每一分钟；也警告你不要等待太久才去爱，而要在人们有生之年向他们表示你的爱。
每年春天都会有一些野花在我每日上班的高速路旁的沟渠中盛开。
有一种独特的蓝色小花总能吸引我的目光。我注意到它只在早上的时间开放，下午的日光对它来说太温暖了。大概有两周的时间，我每天都能看到那些美丽的花儿。
今年春天，我在自家院子里开辟了一片野花花园。我可以在做菜的时候通过厨房的窗户看到花儿。我常想，沟渠中那些可爱的蓝色小花要是能在那块花床上和其他野花在一起该有多好看。每天，当我开车经过那些花儿的时候我就会想，“回家的时候，我要停下来挖走一些”，“算了，我不想把我得体的衣服弄脏”……不管是什么原因，我从未停下来挖一些。有一年，我丈夫甚至在我汽车的后备箱里放了一把可折叠的铲子，好用来完成我那已表明的目的。
有一天下班回家，我发现高速公路部门已经刈过沟渠上的草了，那些可爱的蓝色花儿已无踪影，我很伤心。我对自己说：“看你做的好事，你等了太长时间。你应该在今年春天第一次看到它们盛开的时候就挖一些的。”
一周前，得知我丈夫的大姐患晚期脑癌，我们很震惊也很伤心。她比我丈夫大20岁，不幸的是，因为年龄和距离的关系，我们没有像我们所希望遥那样亲密。我禁不住把那些可爱的蓝色小花和我们同我丈夫的姐姐之间的关系联系起来。我确信上帝已经给我们留下一段时间来培育一些美妙的回忆，好让它们每年都为我们开放。
是的，如果我再次看到那些蓝色的花儿，你可以相信，我会停下来把它们移植到我的野花花园里。
Rose’s Moving Story玫瑰的动人传说
People have been passionate about roses since the beginning of time. In fact, it is said that the floors of Cleopatra’s palace were carpeted with delicate rose petals, and that the wise and knowing Confucius had a 600-book library specifically on how to care for roses.
The rose is a legend on its own. The story goes that during the Roman Empire, there was an incredibly beautiful maiden named Rhodanthe. Her beauty drew many zealous suitors who pursued her relentlessly. Exhausted by their pursuit, Rhodanthe was forced to take refuge from her suitors in the temple of her friend Diana. Unfortunately, Diana became jealous. And when the suitors broke down her temple gates to get near their beloved Rhodanthe, she became angry turning Rhodanthe into a rose and her suitors into thorns.
In Greek legend, the rose was created by Chloris, the Greek goddess of flowers. It was just a lifeless seed of a nymph that Chloris found one day in a clearing in the woods. She asked the help of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who gave her beauty Dionysus, the god of wine, added nectar to give her a sweet scent, and the three Graces gave her charm, brightness and joy. Then Zephyr, the West Wind, blew away the clouds so that Apollo, the sun god, could shine and made this flower bloom. And so the Rose was born and was immediately crowned the Queen of Flowers.