I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an e...Show More
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till the day ends.We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon." I ask, "But how am I to get up ...Show More
If 如果
诺贝尔文学奖得主写给他12岁儿子的诗
作者：约瑟夫·鲁德亚德·吉卜林
[这一篇有些地方不太自然 因为这已经是第三遍录了 准备文稿花了1个小时 然后喜马拉雅app的bug导致两次闪退,只能压抑怒火小心翼翼地又录了一次总算是没又闪退没了]
If you can keep your head when all about you
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