what is pink? a rose is pink
by the fountain's brink.
what is red? a poppy's red
in its barley bed.
what is blue? the sky is blue
where the clouds float thro'.
what is white? a swan is white
sailing in the light.
what is yellow? pears are yellow,
rich and ripe and mellow.
what is green? the grass is green,
with small flowers between.
what is violet? clouds are violet
in the summer twilight.
what is orange? why, an orange,
just an orange!
by c. g. rossetti
hello everyone，it's really my honor to be here.today, shall we talk about courage.
courage is not only found in the heat of war or the mighty works of brave men and women. courage is the mother taking care of her sick child in the early morning hours. courage is the father who shows up on time everyday at a boring, low-paying, dead-end job to feed and clothe his family.
courage comes in many forms, not only from thoughts and deeds of greatness, but in the routine, everyday art of living.
when life gets you down, when it seems that your world is at an end, take courage and go the next step. you will be amazed at the power and strength you have inside.
just gather up enough courage to take you through this day. you only have to live one day at a time. you do not have to deal with all your troubles at one time. like the scotsman said, "the troubles of tomorrow must wait until this day is done."
yes, courage comes from deep within the heart and flushes away the paralysis created by fear. a song, a story, a poem or a friend could re-ignite the spark of courage and inspire us to take the next step to success.
that’s all，thank you!
life without friends and enrich my life, like a beacon lit up my heart. is a friend helped me when i meet with difficulties, when i encountered setbacks are friends encouraged me. she and i help each other, make progress together. although i can't say she changed everything to me, but in the process of getting along with her, i get rid of many shortcomings, changed.
the first time i met her was in fourth grade the second half of the semester, she looks mediocre, is not so attractive, is not a pair of small eyes under the thick eyebrows, but it is god, the bridge of the nose is not high. she generous introduced herself, the teacher to arrange seat for her.
the class was over, her seat was crowded with people, everybody asked her name, from where and so on, she replied: "i live right saltworks now." i whispered: "i also live in there." all of a sudden, she turned around and said to me: "when you live in there? can you go with me? tell the truth the road in the cement field is terrible, i hope you can go with me." i stood there, her generous and active let i was shocked. "what's wrong? don't want to?" she is not too big eyes looked at me. i return to absolute being, said: "no, i'd love to!" later, we will together to and from school. in the process, i know her name is candy, before go to school in altay, performance remains one of the best! she told me in her naturally there living environment. i also listened with interest.
she told me a lot of things, for example, she and her teacher. between students, these things let me know she is a girl of heart is very wide, can always go to others. it was also because of her generous, her tolerance, let us go closer, she always can tolerate everything of mine, if i said hard words again, she still endure to endure. finally one day, i can't help but ask her: "you never angry?" she is still a face of smile ground to say: "what things should come to your senses, how to tolerate others, actually is also a good way to treasure the friendship, which is beneficial to oneself, you're right!" listen to her words, i also learned to tolerance, learned to take a step back.
she also have a gift for painting, usually can get something, drawing, it makes me admire her. she told me: "as long as the heart, you also can do a good job." i learned to do a good job in every thing by heart.
she taught me a lot, but most of them are of some minor in life, but it let me change a lot.
moment of parting is always painful, tearfully bid farewell to you, my dear friends, at this moment, i just want to say to you: "thank you, this is my confession, inner, which really! though we are far away from the, but our hearts are linked together, forever, because you are my best friend."
hope is the thing with feathers
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
and sweetest in the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.
i’ve heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea;
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.