伊人耳朵SPA/一分钟耳朵SPA

你是一枝素净的白花，

我是一枝灿烂的红花；

我俩倘得心同意合，

尽可在风前月下一同开放。

在年轻的时候，如果你爱上了一个人，请你，请你一定要温柔地对待他。

不管你们相爱的时间有多长或多短，若你们能始终温柔地相待，那么，所有的时刻都将是一种无瑕的美丽。若不得不分离，也要好好地说声再见，也要在心里存着感谢，感谢他给了你一份记忆。长大了以后，你才会知道，在蓦然回首的刹那，没有怨恨的青春才会了无遗憾，如山冈上那轮静静的满月

人类之成一民族一国家者，亦各有其生命焉。有青春之民族，斯有白首之民族，有青春之国家，斯有白首之国家。吾之民族若国家，果为青春之民族、青春之国家欤，抑为白首之民族、白首之国家欤？苟已成白首之民族、白首之国家焉，吾辈青年之谋所以致之回春为之再造者，又应以何等信力与愿力从事，而克以著效？此则系乎青年之自觉何如耳。异族之觇吾国者，辄曰：支那者老大之邦也。支那之民族，濒灭之民族也。支那之国家，待亡之国家也。洪荒而后，民族若国家之递兴递亡者，然其不可纪矣。粤稽西史，罗马、巴比伦之盛时，丰功伟烈，彪著寰宇，曾几何时，一代声华，都成尘土矣。祗今屈指，欧土名邦，若意大利，若法兰西，若西班牙，若葡萄牙，若荷兰，若比利时，若丹麦，若瑞典，若挪威，乃至若英吉利，罔不有积尘之历史，以重累其国家若民族之生命。回溯往祀，是等国族，固皆尝有其青春之期，以其畅盛之生命，展其特殊之天才。而今已矣，声华渐落，躯壳空存，纷纷者皆成文明史上之过客矣。其校新者，惟德意志与匈牙利，此次战血洪涛中，又为其生命力之所注，勃然暴发，以挥展其天才矣。由历史考之，新兴之国族与陈腐之国族遇，陈腐者必败；朝气横溢之生命力与死灰沉滞之生命力遇，死灰沉滞者必败；青春之国民与白首之国民遇，白首者必败，此殆天演公例，莫或能逃者也。支那自黄帝以降，赫赫然树独立之帜于亚东大陆者，四千八百余年于兹矣。历世久远，纵观横览，罕有其伦。稽其民族青春之期，远在有周之世，典章文物，灿然大备，过此以往，渐向衰歇之运，然犹浸衰浸微，扬其余辉。以至于今日者，得不谓为其民族之光欤？夫人寿之永，不过百年，民族之命，垂五千载，斯亦寿之至也。印度为生释迦而兴，故自释迦生而印度死；犹太为生耶稣而立，故自耶稣生而犹太亡；支那为生孔子而建，故自孔子生而支那衰，陵夷至于今日，残骸枯骨，满目黤然，民族之精英，澌灭尽矣，而欲不亡，庸可得乎？吾青年之骤闻斯言者，未有不变色裂眦，怒其侮我之甚也。虽然，勿怒也。吾之国族，已阅长久之历史，而此长久之历史，积尘重压，以桎梏其生命而臻于衰敝者，又宁容讳？然而吾族青年所当信誓旦旦，以昭示于世者，不在龈龈辩证白首中国之不死，乃在汲汲孕育青春中国之再生。

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

首先，我在纸上

涂满了绿色

这是小草的颜色

是树叶的颜色

我又打开了红色的颜料

一树树的桃花

都在盛开

我还要使用黄色

画出那一大片油菜花

当然，我还要画一画

蔚蓝的天空

洁白的云朵

好闻的花香

暖暖的春风

燕子的鸣叫

这些，该用什么颜色呢？

给春天画画

我用尽了所有的颜色

却还觉得有些单调

我微笑着走向生活，

无论生活以什么方式回敬我。

报我以平坦吗？

我是一条欢乐奔流的小河。

报我以崎岖吗？

我是一座大山庄严地思索！

报我以幸福吗？

我是一只凌空飞翔的燕子。

报我以不幸吗？

我是一根劲竹经得起千击万磨！

生活里不能没有笑声，

没有笑声的世界该是多么寂寞。

什么也改变不了我对生活的热爱，

我微笑着走向火热的生活！

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 endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and

the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing

dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

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 to you ?"

They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your

hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."

"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave

her and come?"

Then they smile and float away.

But I know a nicer game than that, mother.

I shall be the cloud and you the moon.

I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will

be the blue sky.

The folk who live in the waves call out to me-

"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know

not where we pass."

I ask, "But how am I to join you?"

They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with

your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."

I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-how can I

leave her and go?"

They smile, dance and pass by.

But I know a better game than that.

I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.

I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with

laughter.

And no one in the world will know where we both are.