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Dear friends, Finally, here are my recent photos. Please complain no more.. 'cus I'm really "always busy". My life? Colorful especially when I'm with the youngsters. 'cus in their faces, I can see God. I found a new way to get closer to God: to be humble. You may try and you'll see His graces and power! | | |
| Students always ask me how to improve their English. My answer is: read, talk, write and think in English. Summer vacation is coming. Here are some useful websites for self-learners: 1) http://www.mychinesetea.net/enghome.htm 2) http://www.learneng.org/ 3) http://www.7880.com/Info/Article-edd8ac0.html 4) http://dictionary.cambridge.org/ 5) http://classiclit.about.com/ Treasure your time and enjoy learning! God bless! | | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light. To hear Dylan Thomas read this poem: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377 | | |
| Lord, I give you thanks for having become one spirit with me, without confusion, without change, without transformation, you, the Lord, above all else, and to have becoem for me all in all, inexpressible nourishment and perfectly disinterested, dazzling vestment, purification that bathes me with its imperishable and holy tears which your presence brings to those you visit. I give you thanks for presence berings to those you visit. I give you thanks for having become for me light without setting, undeclining sun; for you have no place to hide, you who fill the universe with your glory! No, never did you hide from anyone but it is we who always hide from you, refusing to approach you: why should you hide, you who neither turn away from, nor reject a single being? Therefore, come! O Master, and pitch your tent in me today; within me, your servant, take up your abode and remain continually, inseparably with me right to the end. --by Saint Symeon the New Theologian | | |
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