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《If I Were a Boy Again》

——Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

If I were a boy again,

I would practice perseverance oftener,

and never give up a thing because it was hard or inconvenient.

If we want light,

we must conquer darkness.

If I were to live my life over again,

I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory.

I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means,

and on every possible occasion.

It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately;

but memory soon helps itself,

and gives very little trouble.

It only needs early cultivation to become a power.

If I were a boy again,

I would look on the cheerful side.

Life is very much like a mirror if you smile upon it,

it smiles back upon you;

but if you frown and look doubtful on it,

you will get a similar look in return.

Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner,

but of all that come in contact with it.

「Who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut from love.」

If I were a boy again,

I would school myself to say 「No」 oftener.

I might write pages on the importance of learning very early in life

to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect,

and decline doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.

If I were a boy again,

I would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends,

and indeed towards strangers as well.

The smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life

are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long,

and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.

Finally, instead of trying hard to be happy,

as if that were the sole purpose of life,

I would, if I were a boy again,

try still harder to make others happy.

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《when you are old》

——William Butler Yeats

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 loved your beauty with love false or true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.