Charles Dickens-Charles Dickens is pure, bright and beautiful, which shocks our young hearts, making us unable to accept wordless praise and making us dream of love and truth; The long years after the loss, the yearning cry of the soul, the pursuit of better hope-these good things will not die. Everything is pure, brilliant and beautiful, which strongly shocks our young hearts, urges us to pray silently and makes us dream of love and truth; The things you cherish after losing, the things that make your soul cry deeply, and the things that strive for better dreams-these things will never die. Shyly lend a helping hand, and a kind word is enough to prove a friend's sincerity when your brother is in need, when he is sad and in trouble; Begging for mercy softly, when the trial is near, there is a sadness in the regretful heart. These good things will never die. When your brother is in need, when he is sad, and when he is in trouble, a shy helping hand is enough to prove the sincerity of a friend. Begging for mercy softly, when the trial approaches, there is a kind of sadness in the heart of regret-these good things will not die. Don't let anything pass, everyone must find some work to do; Don't miss the opportunity to awaken love-be firm, upright and loyal; So the light shining above will not disappear. The angel's voice is saying to them-these things will never die. Pass on the warmth of the world and do your best; Don't miss the opportunity to awaken love-be firm, upright and loyal: so that the light shining on you from above will not disappear. You will hear the voice of an angel saying-these things will never die.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It is as small as one song as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, in a dream, we thought we were strangers. We woke up to find that we were dear to each other. Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
The bird collection is very good. I'll give you one with English.