本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛 There was a prince,

Accursed by a wicked witch.

He became the beast with terrible look.

The beast threw all the mirrors to pieces,

Since they reflected his horrible feature,

Reminding the tragic present and future.

The beast halted his sorrow,

Haunted around the lonely deserted castle,

Abandoned and indifferent,

He was cold as marble.

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But the beauty appeared,

Took his breath away.

Her pretty eyes were the profound mirrors,

The beast could not avoid.

They saw through his heart,

Mashed his mourning.

From ugly, cold and atrocious to nice, warm and gentle,

The reflection was the powerful light,

Shed the beast’s horror and brighten his dream.

With honest love and respect,

The beast was set free to the original prince.

They lived happily ever and ever,

In a glad and wonderful end.

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The fairy tale was too far to prove,

But it remains in our life.

When we judge others,

We are the mirrors.

What we see or comment should be based on our hearts.

Since all the reflection turns back to us,

And there is power for any change.

With ugly heart we broaden the bad but dilute the good

With pure heart we praise the good but diminish the bad.

The mirrors are our shadow and our power,

Make others happy or sad…

There is nothing hided,

Cause it kicks back.

That was what I read from the beast and beauty.

And I received a beautiful mirror.



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