深夜,消退了闹市的喧嚣,忘记了白日里的浮躁。坐在电脑前,听听这首歌。。。想念老娘亲,流几滴热泪。
When You Are Old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And...