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可任选一曲——我等候你 （ 钢琴曲）春天小夜曲 【神秘园】天空之城（钢琴和小提琴）眼泪（钢琴）摘星（小提琴） 石进——夜的钢琴曲（五）范宗沛——杨柳古典音乐“出水莲”孤箫寒月齐豫的英文歌曲《Tears》 初雪（班得瑞 钢琴）Watermark （钢琴）幽幽海谷情 （轻音乐）The South Wind南来风 爱的致意 大提琴 追梦人 小提琴雪之梦 班得瑞When Darkness Falls （ 钢琴 提琴）我爱你中国 （弦乐版） 莱茵河之恋（大提琴与长笛）.一帘幽梦（于平--大提琴与二胡）

Where The Mind Is Without Fear.Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high.

Youthisnotatimeoflife;itisastateofmind;itisnotterofrosycheeks,redlipsandsuppleknees;itisterofthewill.

aqualityoftheimagination,avigoroftheemotions;itisthefreshnessofthedeepspringsoflife.Youthmeansatemperamentalpredominanceofcourageovertimidity.

oftheappetiteforadventureovertheloveofease.Thisoftenexistsinamanof60morethanaboyof.

Nobodygrowsoldmerelybyanumberofyears.Wegrowoldbydesertingourideals.Yearsmaywrinkletheskin.

buttogiveupenthusiasmwrinklesthesoul.Worry,fear,self.distrustbowstheheartandturnsthespiritbacktodust.

Whether60or16,thereisineveryhumanbeing.sheartthelureofwonders,theunfailingappetiteforwhat’snextandthejoyofthegameofliving.

Inthecenterofyourheartandmyheart,thereisawirelessstation;solongasitreceivesmessagesofbeauty,hope.

courageandpowerfrommanandfromtheinfinite,solongasyouareyoung.

1:Beautiful Dreamer: by Stephen FosterBeautiful dreamer, wake unto me,Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,List while I woo thee with soft melody;Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;Over the streamlet vapors are borne,Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!2: The Sun Risingby John DonneBusy old fool, unruly Sun,Why dost thou thus,Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?Saucy pedantic wretch, go chideLate schoolboys, and sour prentices,Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,Call country ants to harvest offices,Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.Thy beams, so reverend and strongWhy shouldst thou think?I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,But that I would not lose her sight so long:If her eyes have not blinded thine,Look, and tomorrow late, tell meWhether both the'Indias of spice and mineBe where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,And thou shalt hear: "All here in one bed lay."She'is all states, and all princes I,Nothing else is.Princes do but play us; compar'd to this,All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.Thou, sun, art half as happy'as we,In that the world's contracted thus;Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties beTo warm the world, that's done in warming us.Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.