This is the first time I heard this time, and I love the lyrics very much!
我有花一朵 種在我心中 含苞待放意幽幽朝朝與暮暮
我切切地等候 有心的人來入夢
女人花 搖曳在紅塵中 女人花 隨風輕輕擺動
只盼望 有一雙溫暖手 能撫慰我內心的寂寞
我有花一朵 花香滿枝頭 誰來真心尋芳蹤
花開不多時啊堪折直須折 女人如花花似夢
我有花一朵 長在我心中 真情真愛無人懂
遍地的野草已佔滿了山坡 孤芳自賞最心痛
女人花 搖曳在紅塵中 女人花 隨風輕輕擺動
只盼望 有一雙溫柔手 能撫慰 我內心的寂寞
女人花 搖曳在紅塵中 女人花 隨風輕輕擺動
若是你 聞過了花香濃 別問我 花兒是為誰紅
愛過知情重 醉過知酒濃 花開花謝終是空緣份不停留
像春風來又走 女人如花花似夢
This is a side blog for my main site. Nothing serious will be posted here. 這是老師有問題的附站，用於張貼一些無關緊要的消息。我的網站在 pushih.com
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Ronald Reagan, 1911-2004
"When the Lord calls me home, whenever that day may be, I will leave with the greatest love for this country of ours and eternal optimism for its future."
Ronald Reagan, November 5, 1994
Ronald Reagan, November 5, 1994
Friday, June 04, 2004
Kahlil Gibran on BEAUTY
And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how
shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say,
"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
"we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound,
"She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes
and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and your are the mirror.
- Kahlil Gibran, in Prophet
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how
shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say,
"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
"we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound,
"She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes
and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and your are the mirror.
- Kahlil Gibran, in Prophet
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Check Yourself
This is a web site for teens to check where they are with drugs and alcohol!
Don't forget to check the "Moments of Truth."
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