The Most Beautiful Human Language Is the Love

把別人的幸福當做自己的幸福，把鮮花奉獻給他人，把棘刺留給自己！

Where There Is Great Love， There Are Always Miracles哪里有真愛存在，哪里就有奇跡

Where there is great love， there are always miracles.

Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you， I could walk forever in my garden.

Within you I lose myself， without you I find myself wanting to be lost again.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Look into my eyes —you will see what you mean to me.

Distance makes the hearts grow fonder.

I need him like I need the air to breathe.

If equal affection cannot be， let the more loving be me.

Love is a vine that grows into our hearts.

If I know what love is， it is because of you.

哪里有真愛存在，哪里就有奇跡。

愛情就像一只蝴蝶，它喜歡飛到哪里，就把歡樂帶到哪里。

假如每次想起你我都會得到一朵鮮花，那么我將永遠在花叢中徜徉。

有了你，我迷失了自我。失去你，我多么希望自己再度迷失。

每一個沐浴在愛河中的人都是詩人。

看看我的眼睛，你會發現你對我而言意味著什么。

距離使兩顆心靠得更近。

我需要他，正如我需要呼吸空氣。

如果沒有相等的愛，那就讓我愛多一些吧。

愛是長在我們心里的藤蔓。

因為你，我懂得了愛。

Please Give Love a Pair of Wing to Fly Freely給一雙翅膀，讓愛自由飛翔

There was once a lonely girl who longed so much for love. One day while he was walking in the woods she found two starving songbirds. She took them home and put them in a small cage. She cared them with love and the birds grew strong. Every morning they greeted her with a wonderful song. The girl felt great love for the birds.

One day the girl left the door to the cage open. The larger and stronger of the two birds flew from the cage. The girl was so frightened that he would fly away. As he flew close， she grasped him wildly. Her heart felt glad at her success in capturing him. Suddenly she felt the bird go limp. She opened her hand and stared in horror at the dead bird. Her desperate love had killed him. She noticed the other bird moving back and forth on the edge of the cage. She could feel his great need for freedom. He needed to soar into the clear， blue sky. She lifted him from the cage and tossed him softly into the air. The bird circled once， twice， three times. The girl watched delightedly at the bird’s enjoyment. Her heart was no longer concerned with her own loss. She wanted the bird to be happy. Suddenly the bird flew closer and landed softly on her shoulder. It song the sweetest melody that she had ever heard.

This story tells us： The fastest way to lose love is to hold on it too tight； the best way to keep love is to give it wings！

從前有個寂寞的女孩兒非常渴望愛的來臨。一天，當她在叢林中散步的時候，發現了兩只快要被餓死的小鳥。女孩兒十分同情它們，于是便小心地將鳥兒捧了起來，然后把它們放在一個小籠子里帶回了家。經過她一段日子的悉心照料，鳥兒一天天地好了起來，變得越來越活潑。為了報答女孩兒，每天清晨鳥兒們都會用美妙的歌聲向她表示問候。女孩兒不由得深深地愛上這兩只鳥兒。

一天， 女孩兒打開鳥籠喂食。那只較大的鳥兒突然飛了出來。見到這一情形，女孩兒十分驚恐，她非常擔心鳥兒會飛走，于是便不顧一切地抓住了它，并將它緊緊地握在手中。女孩兒非常高興，終于又把它捉了回來。可突然間，她發現手中的鳥兒漸漸變得四肢無力了。她連忙松開了緊握的雙手，卻發現鳥兒已經死去。女孩兒傷心地看著它，突然想到是自己不顧一切的愛害死了它。就在此時，另一只鳥兒在籠子里拼命地扇著翅膀，想從籠子里沖出來。女孩兒深切地感受到它對自由的無限向往——它渴望在湛藍的天空中自由翱翔。于是女孩兒便把它放了出來，她用雙手將鳥兒托起，并輕輕地拋向空中。鳥兒嗖地一下子飛向窗外，它在空中盤旋著，一圈，兩圈，三圈……看著鳥兒那快樂的樣子，女孩兒高興極了。她已無暇顧及自己所失去的一切，只希望鳥兒能得到幸福。突然，鳥兒飛近了，輕輕地落在她的肩上，唱起了它最動聽的——一支女孩兒從未聽到過的歌。

這個故事告訴我們：當你將愛死死地抓在手中，你很快就會失去它，當你給愛一對翅膀——將愛放飛，那么愛就會永駐。

The Warmth of the Human Nature人性的溫暖

After moving into a new residence， there was a sudden blackout and darkness in the house before the hostess tidied up.

The hostess just touched the candle and matches when a tap at the door came from outside.

Opening the door， she found it was a small girl， who picking up her little face and asked， “Auntie is there a candle in your home？”

How so？ The first day I just moved the neighbor sent for their child to borrow something. Weren’t they bullying the newcomer？ Today I lend them a candle and maybe they would come to borrow onion or garlic. No. No way！ So the hostess said， “Oh dear， unluckily， your aunt just moved here and don’t prepare the candle.” After that， she was about to close the door.

“Auntie， look， my mother asked for me to send it.” The small girl， like a conjurer， drew her hand from behind and raised high two thick candles.

Facing the crystal-clear eyes of the girl， the hostess was shocked， weakly leaning on the door with her hands covering her face and having no nerve to look at the girl.

喬遷新居，女主人還沒收拾完畢，突然停電了，室內一片漆黑。

女主人剛摸到蠟燭和火柴，門外便傳來了“篤篤”的敲門聲。

打開門一看，原來是一個小女孩，她仰著小臉問道：“阿姨，你家有蠟燭嗎？”

怎么？我剛搬來第一天鄰家就支使孩子來借東西，這不是欺負新來的嗎？今天借給她蠟燭，說不定明天又來借蔥、蒜。不行，絕對不行！女主人便說：“哎呀，真不巧，阿姨剛搬來，沒準備蠟燭。”說完，她就準備關門。

“阿姨，你看，我媽媽讓我送來的。”小女孩變戲法似的從背后抽手，高高地舉著兩根粗粗的蠟燭。

面對孩子清澈的眼睛，女主人一下驚呆了，繼而無力地倚著門，雙手捂面，不敢與孩子對視……

The Pudding of Love愛的布丁

I stood in the aisle of the market for nearly ten minutes trying to make a simple decision about what type of pudding to buy. My life is such that anything with an “instant” label on it grabs my attention. But oh the memories of my mom making chocolate “cook and serve” pudding.

As I stood there in the market， I could see myself as a child waiting by the stove and watching my mom slowly stir the pudding until it reached that creamy velvet rich texture. I could see her pouring it into the cups， leaving just enough stuck to the sides of the pot to entice me to take the stirring spoon and scrape every morsel， until the pot barely needed to be cleaned.

The process of making this dreamy dessert takes patience and time. Two things I find myself lacking in my life today.