About this user
My Favorite Poem:
The Splendor Falls
from The Princess The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes dying, dying, dying. O love they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field, or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I don't like to argue why rap music is not art. Long Live Willie Nelson, who dwarfs Eric Clapton as Musical farth.
Age
37
Hometown
Shanghai, PRC
Country
United States
