Charming lips lie in kind and friendly language.
To have beautiful eyes, please find the advantages of people.
Lovely eyes, good at discovering the advantages of others.
To have a slim figure, please share your food with the hungry.
To have a slim figure, please share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let your child's fingers run through your hair every day.
Beautiful hair is worn by children's fingers every day.
Have a graceful posture and walk with knowledge, because you will never walk alone.
Graceful posture comes from walking with knowledge rather than walking alone.
The beauty of a woman is not in a superficial mode, but the true beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul. This is her kind care and enthusiasm.
The beauty of a woman lies not in her appearance, but in her soul. It's about kindness and enthusiasm.
People, even more than things, need recovery, rejuvenation, regeneration and redemption; Never abandon anyone.
If people want to be human, they must be full of vitality, self-confession, self-reflection and self-growth. Don't complain to anyone.
Remember, if you need help, you will find them in your arms. As you get older, you will find that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.
If you need help at any time, you can find them on your arm. When you get old, you will find that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not the clothes she wears, the figure she keeps, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes, because that is the window to her heart, the place where she loves to live.
The beauty of a woman lies not in her clothes, her figure, or her hairstyle. The beauty of a woman must be found in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where she loves to live.
This poem was written by Sam? A poem written by levinson to his granddaughter Sam? Levinson and Hepburn are good friends, and Hepburn himself likes this poem very much. The last Christmas before her death, Hepburn read this poem to her son. Later, at Hepburn's funeral, her son Sean read it to his mother!