When you are old
Yeats
When you are old and grey 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.
It is spring again, and here is colder than before.
We have had a two or three snow days of freezing weather .As you can see in the photo ,by my songs we are praying a snow fight on January. Yes,all the kids like snow days except the adults . The school has days off for the special situations . When snowflakes fall from the blue sky, they look like cotton candy ,how beautiful! after a little while a white road appeared .
I also like watching the scene and praying outside, but I’m afraid of chilliness. Sometimes I pile up a snowman with my kids . however I stay inside most of time . In my impression, snow days for drinking coffee over a book near the stovepipe until drowsy.
