2011.10.4 片段节选

tingting

“I’m looking forward but kind of afraid. Everything is surprising to me, and I have got ready; I think and think, with my mind going around some of the same image, just as swifts circling around the clock tower at dawn; I often get lost in thought, and become anxious, even cry; but in my tears and sadness aroused by the melodious verse or the beauty of the evening sometimes, my heated excitement to youth sprang up like the sprouting grass."

reason0731

“I was always looking forward to but a little bit afraid.I was astonished by everything,and had made some preparations for it.Thoughts thronging my mind,my imagination rode with ease around some identical images,just like the swifts hovering around the bell towers at dawn.I was always lost in deep thought,worried about something ,and even burst into tears.But,my tears and sorrows aroused sometimes by the elegant verses,and sometimes by the beauty of the dusk,and my seething youthful pleasnt mood, was like the tiny glass in spring,coming out of the soil. ”

E0907郝准

I was always in anticipation, but I am also in dread of something. I was always being well-prepared, but  every time I am quite astonished with it. I have fallen into a reverie, which enbraces some same figures, just like the swift hovering the bell towel at sunrise; I am often lost in thought and anxious at heart, even sweeping; Yet in my tears and sorrowness sometimes from the lines easy on the ear, sometimes the crepuscular sine view, the ebullient young swing mood of mine, being like the grass in Spring, broke through the soil.

0903小雨

I am always looking forward to everything, with worries, curiosities but adequate preparation. My mind flows and runs around certain same figures, as swifts revolve around the bell town at dawn. While when I am in the sorrows and tears aroused by those beautiful  verses or evenings, my pleasant green moods again seething to come out like spring seeds.

罗晓晖

Expecting with awe, I am ready to be amazed by this world; my thought filled with imagination revolving around the same characters likes swallows hover around the bell tower at dawn; falling into my own world of contaplation constantly makes me sad and even cry.But once the sound of beautiful poets and the sight of glorious sunset come to me and arouse my sorrow and tears, as the grass popping out of the earth after a spring rain, huge joy and passion appear in my heart.