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REMINISCENCE.January 06 Les Misérables未完成.
It seemed as if it were a sort of rite with him, to prepare himself for sleep by meditating in presence of the great spectacle of the starry firmament. Sometimes at a late hour of the night, if the two women were awake, they would hear him slowly promenading the walks. He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendours of the constellations, and the invisible splendour of God, opening his soul to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart at the hour when the flowers of night inhale their perfume, lighted like a lamp in the centre of the starry night, expanding his soul in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of creation, he could not himself perhaps have told what was passing in his own wind; he felt something depart from him, and something descend upon him; mysterious interchanges of the depths of the soul with the depths of the universe. August 09 080908I miss her. I missed her who sleeps whenever she feels like to, crawling into the bed cuddling her favorite stuff animal and wondering off to her seamless dreams. The one who loves lifting her head up just to look at the starry night; the one who heartly feels the sensitivity of life. After all, she's still there. Like what she always does. and after all, it's a quiet and lovely night. May 15 SIck. It's the same old sickness, cold and sore throat, and every time, i get sick, i feel a little bit down. Don't like to talk. Just want to lie down and sleep, but there is so much work waiting for me to finish. This week, i got four essays in total, power-point revise, and prep for upcoming stats test. sigh. May 12 Prolonging period of may. 4th period class is usually dreadful, especially when it rains. Even sitting in the most spread out room in the basement, listening to the wind escaping from the outside, the dim light and distant side conversations make everything listless. Yet there's this centre of attention, accumulated within the crowd of people that are always there. Not that I am not interested in English literature. In fact, I used to be described as "her development of critical analyses was in step with her enjoyment of reading, and her efforts at understanding more serious works of literature merely coincided with her natural curiosity for learning." by my former English teacher, who's truly humorous and knowledgeable. As for the current situation that I have a different teacher, whose style and standard of teaching and motivation for students' learning are somewhat differ from what I enjoy. By disputing or providing our own interpretation or understanding towards a book or any other literature that being taught in class, we might be getting a low grade for that matter. Acting and writing accordingly kills the creativity and interests in pursuing the mere happiness that lies in the simple action called reading and thinking. May 05 Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two CitiesIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the
season of light, it was the season of darkness. It was the spring of
hope, it was the winter of sadness. 书的话, 我先自己读遍吧.=] August 25 Corpse BrideWith this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty,
for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into
darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine. |
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