''Quiet Seashore''
The Sea Is Calm Tonight''Quiet Seashore''
The Sea Is Calm Tonightدرباره من
?What is sacred
?What is the spirit made of
?What is worth living for
?What is worth dying for
The answer to all of them
:is the same
ONLY LOVE
Hi, my dear friends
Welcome to Quiet Seashore
I hope you have a peaceful time at my small room
I’m here, because I like English and my intention of this place is improve my language and also I don’t want to be far from the English world
I have a few suggestions for my friends
I don’t write meaning of the texts and if you need, please use of the dictionary to improve your English
Feedback from you enable me improve and ameliorate Quiet Seashore
I warmly thank you
Regards
"".....Darya""
ادامه...
I Love U
The greatest distance on earth is not north and south
It's when i'm right in front of U and U don't know that
I Love U
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are like the pencil
.The PENCIL said: I'm sorry
.The ERASER said: For what? You haven’t done anything wrong
The PENCIL said: I'm sorry, because you get hurt because of me. Every time I make a mistake, you're there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
The ERASER said: That's true, but I really don't mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though I know I'll be gone one day and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate to see you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are like the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller… older, and eventually pass on.
Though children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate to see their precious ones worrying, or being sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents, getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with, would be eraser shavings an memories of what I used to have.
love
Still in the streets in my memory
Name of you still have my larynx corner
still look like the first fell in love with your love in the monopoly sorrow in my siege
Happy Sepandarmazgan
