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It is hard to link computer with wind or winter, isn't it? It seems. But today I want to say something about them, they are key words.
It is winter here in China and wind blows almost everyday. So you know, it is cold outside. But what I do everyday before graduation is just to reading and writing in front of computer. At the first, I could turn off the computer to read acadamic books when tired. But these days, what I am doing is just to writing my thesis with the computer. Operating it every morning and knocking it when I have any idea about the thesis and closing the PE at night. I am so tired that have a feeling to escape from it. But it is almost impossible. Because the thesis is not over.
So each time when I am outside of the building, I am happy though with strong wind in the winter. I like it no matter cold or not. Whatever! It is the time I get close to the nature and escape from the computer. Wind is strong and cold but nice!
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- If you like cold nights on your computer, you will like this poem I wrote once:
Ode to a Cold Night
(10DEC1972)
by Philip E. Hyatt
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 to 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 growing 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.
