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1.Thanks to father The year has turned its circle,The seasons come and go.The harvest is all gathered in And chilly north winds blow.Orchards have shared their treasures,The fields,their yellow grain.So open wide the doorway- Thanksgiving comes again!Father,We Thank Thee Father,we thank Thee for the night,And for the pleasant morning light,For rest and food and loving care,And all that makes the world so fair.Help us to do the things we should,To be to others kind and good,In all we do,in all we say,To grow more loving every day.2.I think about my father on his special day ---he makes my heart smile.My shirt sticks to me ---I watch the cork disappearas the fish gets fed.Limericks have always been a favorite because they are supposed to be funny!There are five lines.The first,second,and fifth line rhyme with each other and the third and fourth linesrhyme with each other.Most begin with "There once was a ..." Try one of these to make your father laugh!There once was a dad that I knew,He tried to "teach me a thing or two,"He taught me to fishAnd how to cook a dishAnd how to fly a kite when the wind blew.There was a dad from Illinois,To know him was such a joy.He told silly talesAnd made castles with pailsAnd acted just like a small boy.There once were a mom and a dad,They loved me even when I was bad.If sometimes I did wrong,They weren't mad for longThey're the best parents I ever had.
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你宁静,我死去。 我活着,你醒来。 风,带来了什么, 悄悄地吹走了谎言。 你喧哗,我依然死去。 我睁开眼,你已转身。 夜,眨眼间消逝, 你我一下子风化。 强烈的阳光, 刺得我们紧闭双眼, 流泪不止的眼眸, 才可以看得到时过境迁。 呐喊啊,却沉默着, 颤抖啊,却喘息着。 走了,时光,嘿,你好。 有了,命运,嗨,再见。
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20160507期 嘉宾:林更新、林允儿、马天宇、林心如 20160430期 嘉宾:李晨、唐嫣、郝蕾、魏大勋 这两期有作诗的环节
心爱如醉更如痴 连意缠绵卿可知 心铸永恒在心间 友爱之心永不变 谊愿一生把你牵
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The Last Rose of Summer 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone, All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, No rose bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away! When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? The Coming of Light by Mark Strand Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath. Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast A three that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair Upon whose bosom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain Poems are made by fools like me But only god can make a tree