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I walk in the darkness,
No one to accompany,I walk alone.
Cannot remember how long and how far I’ve been walking. ,but I know I I cannot give up the journey,for the path under my feet leads to the brightness and salvation. for me and for others.
Though being so tired and bruised,I cannot stop,because the pain and the sorrow have been tailing along behind me like two ferocious beasts.if i stop to take a rest or slow down,I might be caught and devoured by them.
There’s an old saying:the way to the truth is filled with the thorns,but I think I can do some supplements:It’s also very dark(smiling bitterly). So dark that I almost can not see my fingers,but I can still remember the time my staying with my friends in the bright sunshine.it’s full of the joy and laughing.what a wonderful time to remember!
Just because it’s so wonderful,I chose to depart.
A few days ago,a friend that I don’t often see asked me a question,do you have to stick to your ideal,which gives you nothing but endless pain and torture?after laughing aloud,I quoted one of zhou xingxing’s famous lines:being a man without ideals,what’s the difference between him and a salted fish?
Yes,we're not fishes.in this world,there are always somethings that deserve us to do.even if no one can understand you.it doesn't matter.
Once i heard a saying:while i am in the world,i'd be the light for this world.i dare not compare myself with the sage,but i try to shine my own light in this dark night.so i name myself ray.
No need to be worried,my friend,look at the rosy of the sky in the distance.the darkest has arrived,would the brightness be still far away?
We have nothing but hope.That is enough.
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- Reply warmjaney
- hey, friend; after reading your article, i feel wonderful so that i reproduce to my zone; thanks for your sharing; great job, which encourage me to some extent.
- Reply adck
- warmjaney: hey, friend; after reading your article, i feel wonderful so that i reproduce to my zone; thanks for your sharing; great job, which encourage me to soi'm so pleased that you like it.
thanks for your comment.
- Reply RachelCapricorn
- i like your article which make me think over something.Don't part with illusions . When they are gone you may still exist ,
but you have ceased to live.
- Reply sedgehead
- Your blog reminds me of a poem I once wrote. You can find it here: http://www.ok-english.net/space-83-do-blog-id-253.html I will post the poem at the end of this responses to your blog.
Here's a few suggestions for your writing. >> is something you wrote, followed by my response.
>>No one to accompany,I walk alone.
Space after a comma.
>>. . . walking. ,but I know I I cannot give up . . . .
I suggest: ". . . walking. But I know I cannot give up . . . .
>>the journey,for the path
Space after a comma.
>>brightness and salvation. for me and for others.
No period after "salvation."
>>. . . . bruised,I cannot stop,because
Space after a comma. Why? Read: http://www.ok-english.net/space-83-do-blog-id-156.html
>>being a man without ideals,what’s the difference between him and a salted fish?
I like that saying!
>> Once i heard a saying:while i am in the world,i'd be the light for this world.i dare not compare myself with the sage,but i try to shine my own light in this dark night.so i name myself ray.
My response: That's the idea. We can each shed light for others.
>> No need to be worried,my friend,look at the rosy of the sky in the distance.the darkest has arrived,would the brightness be still far away?
My response: If you want to improve your English rapidly see the blog I noted above.
>> We have nothing but hope.That is enough.
You and I think alike! See my poem below.
Ode to a cold night
Dec. 10, 1972
The music from the box has stopped
the light has gone past dim,
the darkness pulls his chair up close
the cold now settles in.
I heard it first this afternoon
while walking down the road.
Its hands of wind whipped past my coat
and dropped their heavy load.
The sun
it fell.
It's cold
oh well.
And as the evening lights approach
the wall throws forth its heat,
but hating heat I turn it off
the cold I will defeat.
And so our fight has just begun
the night it is still new,
I'll fight the cold with all my power
until the night is through.
See it?
Over there!
It's coming
from everywhere!
I lay beneath my mound of warmth
as it begins attack,
it seeps then pours into the walls,
my body fights it back.
With silent hands it dares attempt
to try and penetrate.
I fight with it for every inch
let's hope the sun's not late.
Hear it?
Feel it!
It has you too,
fight back!
As hours pass it pushes in
I'll fight it all the way.
Oh, hurry sun it's getting late
I'm waiting for the day.
But still the sun has failed to show
I hear the silence of the snow,
the wind fights on against the pane
the cold is now becoming pain.
My mound of warmth is getting cold,
I know the night is getting old.
Ah ha!
Look,
the sun,
I see the sun!
I think we've won.
And as the air begins to warm
with the passing of the night
I thank the coldness as he leaves
we had a far out fight.
- Reply adck
- Thanks again for you sugestions.
I've read your poem, which was written before my birth.I think it's very unique.
No need to be worried,my friend,look at the rosy of the sky in the distance.the darkest has arrived,would the brightness be still far away?
Haha, the reason I wrote it is not for my English learning, it's for the faith that I've been keeping for more than ten years.
But thank you anyway.
