Pray and Venthole House (开个贴，集中大家在申请中的郁闷，苦恼，紧张...互相鼓励)

dreambirds

开辟块地出来，让大家发泄申请面试中的各种情绪,　互相打气...说不定，很久以后，它将成为化石重现人间。

那个叫啥的不是写过一段诗:

There are two roads ahead,

I have to choose one...

问问自己，which one would you choose?

兄弟姐妹们，给我顶起来！

 

[此贴子已经被作者于2008-11-14 14:24:04编辑过]

蘑菇

我来做你的沙发！！！

蘑菇

Two roads diverged in the woods,

I choose the one less travelled by,

and that has made the difference!

dreambirds

Never give up,

Never lose hope.

Always have faith,

It allows you to cope.

Trying times will pass,

As they always do.

Just have patience,

Your dreams will come true.

So put on a smile,

You'll live through your pain.

Know it will pass,

And strength you will gain

永 不 放 弃 ，

永 不 心 灰 意 冷 。

永 存 信 念 ，

它 会 使 你 应 付 自 如 。

难 捱 的 时 光 终 将 过 去 ，

一 如 既 往 。

只 要 有 耐 心 ，

梦 想 就 会 成 真 。

露 出 微 笑 ，

你 会 走 出 痛 苦 。

相 信 苦 难 定 会 过 去 ，

你 将 重 获 力 量 。

[此贴子已经被作者于2008-11-14 16:18:01编辑过]

蘑菇

前进！！！

从绝望中寻找希望，人生终将辉煌！！！

deedeexoxo

 

[此贴子已经被作者于2008-11-14 17:18:44编辑过]

enliang

这个帖子真是时候。顶

pixy_why

支持！

pixy_why

Two roads diverge in the woods,

Whatever one I choose, I am with my friends,

Not afraid of darkness, not afraid of cold,

We sing along as we march, 

Knowing wonderland is lying ahead, not too far away.

[此贴子已经被作者于2008-11-14 18:18:24编辑过]

dreambirds

Ode to the West Wind
Percy Bysshe Shelley

1

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes:O thou
Who chariltest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odors plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and presserver; hear, oh, hear!

2

Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedd,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

angels of rain and lightning:there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the Zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm.Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapoursr, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire , and hail will burst h, hear!


3

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and fowers
Quivering within the eave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and esepoil themselvesh, hear!

4

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee:
A wave to pant beneath thy power , and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as im my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderigs over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave , a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too lke thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

5
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leavers are falling like its own!
The tmult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like witheered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And , by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, is from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes , can Spring be far behind?
        

[此贴子已经被作者于2008-11-14 21:57:12编辑过]