#AsaButterfield[超话]#
【ins】【story】20210301 更新ins/story 各一则
In the spirit of wellness and self-improvement,
which we can always do with, I'm sharing a nifty little app called Powerflower (link in bio)
Grow yourself, grow your flower, meditation, writing, self reflection, it's all there and more.
Give it a go, it's free, and it makes the challenges of self improvement a bit more fun.
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本着健康自强的精神,我们可以随时使用它,我分享一个漂亮的小程序叫做Powerflower(链接在我的简介中)
提升你自己,培养你的花朵,冥想,写作,自我反省,一切都在那里,甚至更多。
试一试吧,它是免费的,而且它让自我提升的挑战变得更有趣。
【ins】【story】20210301 更新ins/story 各一则
In the spirit of wellness and self-improvement,
which we can always do with, I'm sharing a nifty little app called Powerflower (link in bio)
Grow yourself, grow your flower, meditation, writing, self reflection, it's all there and more.
Give it a go, it's free, and it makes the challenges of self improvement a bit more fun.
/
本着健康自强的精神,我们可以随时使用它,我分享一个漂亮的小程序叫做Powerflower(链接在我的简介中)
提升你自己,培养你的花朵,冥想,写作,自我反省,一切都在那里,甚至更多。
试一试吧,它是免费的,而且它让自我提升的挑战变得更有趣。
1. My fancies are fireflies, Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
2 The voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs in these desultory lines.
3 In the drowsy dark caves of the mind, dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
4 Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.
5 Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
6 My words that are slight may lightly dance upon time's waves when my works heavy with import have gone down.
7 Mind's underground moths grow filmy wings and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
8 The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
9 My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter.
10 The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow which yet it never can grasp.
2 The voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs in these desultory lines.
3 In the drowsy dark caves of the mind, dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
4 Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.
5 Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
6 My words that are slight may lightly dance upon time's waves when my works heavy with import have gone down.
7 Mind's underground moths grow filmy wings and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
8 The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
9 My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter.
10 The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow which yet it never can grasp.
We never really grow up.We only learn how to act in public.
I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it to you.
I only wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blossoming.
May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset.
He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.
I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it to you.
I only wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blossoming.
May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset.
He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.
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