When I was a child, my homesickness was a small stamp, Linking Mum at the other end and me this.
When I grown up, I remained homesick, but it became a ticket by which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.
Then homesickness took the shape of a grave, Mum inside of it and me outside.
Now I’m still homesick, but it is a narrow strait Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.
大学英语书法比赛文章篇2：The Swing
by R. L. Stevenson
(Part I)
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do.。
(Part II)
Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside----
(Part III)
Till I look down on the garden green Down on the roof so brown
Up in the air I go flying again
Up in the air and down!
大学英语书法比赛文章篇3：When Day Is Done
by Tagore
If the day is done ,
If birds sing no more .
If the wind has fiagged tired ,
Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me , Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed , The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk. From the traverer ,
Whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended ,
Whose garment is torn and dust-laden ,
Whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty ,
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