It was late autumn of south kingdom, in the dark night, I carried a guitar, which had been my companion for so many years, walking in the empty street aimlessly. The evening wind was blowing my face and raising my long black hair disorderly.，今天小编就来聊一聊关于英语lesson52?接下来我们就一起去研究一下吧!
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It was late autumn of south kingdom, in the dark night, I carried a guitar, which had been my companion for so many years, walking in the empty street aimlessly. The evening wind was blowing my face and raising my long black hair disorderly.
In the turn of a hand, I seemed to see Abing with his wandering urheen, seemed to be bathed in his melody of The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring.
The heavy snow floated down like goose feathers, the park opposite was totally changed by broken stones and disorderly jade. Lonely and sad urheen voice came from the street…I just saw a goody with disheveled hair and dirty face using a short bamboo stick to lead a blind man on the park path from east to west.
In the dismal lamplight, Abing used his right flank to nip the short bamboo stick, with a pipa on back and an urheen hanging on left shoulder, playing another urheen desolately at the same time. Now I could feel the loneliness and helpless situation of a wandering artist in a truly way and couldn’t help shedding tears.
In the late autumn of south kingdom, though it’s without the scene of heavy snow of north kingdom, you could still feel its tiny chilliness. I looked around, now all lights in the entire city were on. Probably the rush hour of returning from work was past, the heavy traffic during daytime was past too, so it seemed to be a little quiet. Only several later buses carried later passengers passed by accident, several passersby seemed to in a hurry and vanished in the curtain of night rapidly.
In the dark night, I felt myself as small as a drop in the bucket without knowing where I could stay. I also felt myself on an isolated island, helpless and totally at a loss. I was duckweed in the vast sea, floating on the immense water without aim, fooling around in the prosperous city, getting along day by day, growing older and older without achieving anything.
The city was just like this: A group of young immigrant girls came in, then the city inundated them, then another group of young immigrant girls came in, repeating again and again… So what was I here for? I often asked myself. But tonight, when I touched my guitar, it told me, “We’re all wandering. All people come to the city are with wandering blood flowing in their body. It is only that someone with lesser wandering blood, someone is destined to be wandering for all life just like Abing.”
I meditated and came to the bus stop unknowingly. The bus would come soon, I thought I had to continue my wandering trip anyhow…
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