三月的北方虽然是“草色遥看近却无”的萧瑟，但江南已是大片的油菜花开的过份张扬浓烈了，以致面对那耀眼的金黄，我的眼睛竟有些不适应，有一种被覆盖后的迷朦。当柔风夹挟着一丝湿润的花香向我袭来的时候，我的目光所到之处是远山树影，翠竹碧水，还有那田野弯腰锄草带着斗笠的村妇。我在心里对自己说，这就是曾显赫一时的徽商梦中的故园吗？这是曾诞生过多少历史文化名人的故里吗？答案是肯定的，这是我梦中的美妙，无梦的真实。
躺在这里的是一个绝望的女人。山地的春光总是来的迟些，风是有些寒意的。旧年的秋草在风中摇曳出一片枯黄的时候，已有刺儿菜的嫩芽探出头，但因少的可怜，不足以点缀出一片绿，以致我极目四望，还是满目的荒凉。 自从我六年前来过这里，也就是把这个女人安放在这里，我已经六年没回来过了，尽管别人来过，那是别人的事，我已有整六年没往这里送过脚印了。
江南。古镇。烟雨迷漫。栀子花开满了竹篮，少女笋芽般的玉手挽住花篮，在桥头站成一道风景，与花共吐芬芳。 古镇一个寻常的早晨，是在雾的幔帐中慢慢凸现的，当黑色的瓦脊现出它的厚重时，桥下已有吱吱嘎嘎的木船划过。桥上的路一直延到深深的巷里，就这麽走了上千年，青石板已很老，已有无数的坑凹，使你感到无数岁月的痕迹，还有重叠的使你无法辩认的脚印，这是一份古老的凝重。和这份凝重相反的轻快，则是一路蹦跳上早学的孩子，她们是古镇鲜活的理由。
那是深秋，胡同里满是槐树干黄的叶子，女孩放学路过那扇虚掩的红漆大门，一股怪怪的气味从院里飘出来，好象什麽东西被烧着了，发出的气味陈旧而靡霉，一种不安迅速越过女孩的脑子，她用了很大的力气，才使门推开一点，勉强让自己单薄的身体侧门而入。穿过那个影壁，见在院子的那棵粗大的玉兰树下，那个熟悉的老女人，女孩管她叫娘娘，不，确切地说，是那个老女人要女孩管她叫娘娘，这一叫，就叫了好几年。
The unseen power of love（无形的爱的力量） 立即阅读
I will greet this day with love in my heart. For this is the greatest secret of success in all ventures. Muscle can split a shield and even destroy life but only the unseen power of love can open the hearts of men. I will make love my greatest weapon and none can defend against its force.
Words from the heart（最后的表白） 立即阅读
Most people need to hear those "three little words" I love you. Once in a while, they hear them just in time. I met Connie the day she was admitted to the hospice ward, where I worked as a volunteer. Her husband, Bill, stood nervously nearby as she was transferred from the gurney to the hospital bed. Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight against cancer, she was alert and cheerful. We got her settled in.
Appointment with love（爱的约会） 立即阅读
Six minutes to six, said the clock over the international booth in New York’s Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant lifted his sunburned face and narrowed his eyes to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat. In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 month, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had sustained him unfailingly.
Love is just a thread（爱如丝线） 立即阅读
Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don’t act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion, “I love you” is too luxurious for them to say.
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love?
That's what friends do（朋友就该这么做） 立即阅读
Jack tossed the papers on my desk—his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me. What’s wrong?" I asked. He jabbed a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said, turning on his heels and leaving me stewing in anger. How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.