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1、Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen life was slow and also mellowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen grass was green and grain was yellowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen you were a tender and a callow fellowTry to remember and if you rememberThen follow follow, oh ohTry to remem
2、ber the kind of SeptemberThat no one wept except the willowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberThat dreams were kept beside your pillowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen love was an ember about to billowTry to remember and if you rememberThen follow follow, oh ohDeep in December it s nice to
3、 rememberAlthough you know the snow will followDeep in December it s nice to rememberThe fire of September that made us mellowDeep in December our hearts should rememberAnd follow follow, oh ohScarborough FairAre you going to Scarborough FairParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who li
4、ves thereShe once was a true love of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirt(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown)Without to seams nor needle work(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)Then she ll be
5、 a true love of mine(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)Tell her to find me an acre of land(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Washes the grave with silvery tears)Between the salt water and the sea strand(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)Then she ll be
6、a true love of mineTell her to reap it with a sickle of leather(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Generals order their soldiers to kill)And gather it all in a bunch of heather(And to fight for a cause they ve long ago forgotten)Then she ll be a true love of
7、mineAre you going to Scarborough FairParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of minePoetryWhat is Poetry? Who knows?Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;Not the sky, but the light in the sky;Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;Not the sea, but t
8、he sound of the sea;Not myself, but what makes meSee, hear, and feel something that proseCannot: and what is it, who knows?-Eleanor FarjeonHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of Being and
9、 ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day s most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
10、 to lose with my lost saints I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.If I Had My Life to Live OverI would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren t the
11、re for the day.I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.I would have talked less and listened more.I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.I would have eaten the popcorn in the“good” living room and wor
12、ried muchless about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer d
13、aybecause my hair had just been teased and sprayed.I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.I would never have bought anything just becauseit was practical, wouldn t show soil, or was guaranteed to la
14、st a lifetime.Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I d have cherished evmoment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said,“Later. Ngo get washed up for dinner. Ther
15、e would have been more “Ilove yous” More I m sorrys. ”But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute. Look at it and really see it. Live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!Don t worry about who doesn t like you, who has more, or who s doin( Instead, let s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.Let s think about what God has blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually.Life is too short to let it pass you by. We only have one shot at t
