Byrne turned the key in the heavy lock and put it calmly in his pocket.He did so much more from caution than from any kind of fear.This was the only entrance to the house,and he did not mean to be caught unawares by any danger from outside.He wondered if Tom Corbin had been as cautious the night before.Though Tom would be away for at least three days,Byrne had a strange feeling of his nearness.In the stillness he seemed to hear Tom's voice.He looked round quickly, for the tricks of hearing are the most realistic of all.But there were only the women.It seemed impossible that Tom should not be there.
The girl,carrying a smoky oil lamp,led Byrne upstairs.He threw open one after another the doors along the passage.At this,the girl stopped and raised the lamp in each doorway,staring at him meanwhile.Satisfied he was the only guest,Byrne came to the last door,which the girl threw open herself.
"You sleep here,sir" she said,giving him the lamp."Your friend slept here too.It's our most comfortable bed."
"Good night,miss," he said politely.
Her lips moved in reply, but he did not catch the words.Her eyes never for a moment left his face.He stepped in,and as he turned to close the door she was still standing there motionless.He paused,and in the silence he thought he again heard the sound of Tom's voice.The sound ferrified him now ,not only because it seemed much nearer but also because he imagined a note of warning in it.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
JOYCE KILMER
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon where bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fool like me
But only God can make a tree
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon where bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fool like me
But only God can make a tree
Love Me In Your Own Way
I want you to love me.
Love me in your own way.
Oh I wish you could see.
Love me in your own way.
Everyday it's you that I need.
Love me in your own way.
You and I have planted this seed.
Love me in your own way.
To have and to hold.
Love me in your own way.
Until we grow old.
Love me in your own way.
Love me in your own way.
Oh I wish you could see.
Love me in your own way.
Everyday it's you that I need.
Love me in your own way.
You and I have planted this seed.
Love me in your own way.
To have and to hold.
Love me in your own way.
Until we grow old.
Love me in your own way.
Other Awards
Other Awards: 2002 “Five Stars Association Leader” (the best Association Leader) at Fudan University2001 Public scholarship at Fudan University2000 “Young and Active” Prize (the most charming student) at Fudan University1998 The first Prize “Shanghai Cuckoo” Chorus Competition1997 The first Prize “Shanghai Golden Peacock” Dance Competition1995 The third Prize “Brain Olympics” Competition in Shanghai
Campus and Community Activities: 07.2003-11.2003 Director and dancer in the dance drama “to be” on the tour Shanghai02.2002-12.2002 Director and dancer in the dance drama “Final Fantasy”09.2002 Translator for the Jewellery Fair “Luxury China” Shanghai05.2002 Director of the chorus festival “Singing in May” Shanghai12.2001 Tour guide for the guest professors from University Heidelberg09.2001-09.2002 President of the dance association at Fudan University03.2001-09.2002 Minister in charge of the internet site ?Students at Fudan“(http://www.stu.fudan.edu.cn) in the Students Association at Fudan University
Campus and Community Activities: 07.2003-11.2003 Director and dancer in the dance drama “to be” on the tour Shanghai02.2002-12.2002 Director and dancer in the dance drama “Final Fantasy”09.2002 Translator for the Jewellery Fair “Luxury China” Shanghai05.2002 Director of the chorus festival “Singing in May” Shanghai12.2001 Tour guide for the guest professors from University Heidelberg09.2001-09.2002 President of the dance association at Fudan University03.2001-09.2002 Minister in charge of the internet site ?Students at Fudan“(http://www.stu.fudan.edu.cn) in the Students Association at Fudan University
Soliloguy
The anger is diluting down and disappearing gradually. I am not sure what will happen to me; it seems that many things are right in front of me; I am bewildered where to start and what resolution I will achieve.
I fumble in the darkness to expect a glimpse of light to lead me out of dark.The life in Canada elapses so fast; the elapsed days erode my soul; the horrible boredom and lonelyness are overwhelming me around, I have no where to escape; the passion and ferment dies into solitude, numb and dull; the omnipresent pressure and tension bothers me day and night. More or less, we have the depression if we are abroad for years.
I am stuck in the muddy marsh, no matter how I struggle, I will fall down deeper as I move more aggressively.The dilemma is the touching thing I have to deal frequently. Maybe it is the crisis of maddle age; I am lingering in the life intersection; not a single destination is easy to reach. The motional volcano will erupt sooner or later. The fear of darkness conquers my living background.I am not intended to breathe my last breath as most immigrants do, even the effort is futile. The fidgety mind ignites the desire to go upward to the goal,even it is far almost unreachable.
To follow the mind not the heart, but my mind is blank, my heart is transparent; To follow my sense, but my sense is in a mess. I am lost in the intersection, the orientation is hard to seek. The life is like a leaf to float in the air,randomly land nowhere, to be covered by dust and dirt, steped by the passer.I rcall the words from" The gone with the wind", " I'll go to sleep today, tomorrow I will find the way as the sun arises on the east. I will find the way......
I am longing to the disturbance; the tranquilty, boredom and dullness drowns me to death, even a naughty kid's throwing stone will save me.The still water waits for the hit of the throwing stone in the middle of the creek; the vibration around the center point gradually spread far away to the outer circle from the original, diluting away and disappearing gradually.
I am longing for the palpitation of my heart, longing for the new life;no matter it is ascending or descending as long as I am living in my life truelly. I will dominate the life and maneuver it to my destination.
Numerous failures activate numerous more attempts until I stand right on the failure steadily. The beauty is seen as the seagull hovers in the windy and rainy sky. The bitterness will enhance the taste of life. I have reached to the top of moutain, I have fallen down to the deepest of ocean. One employee perfers to retire now if possible. How do I carry myself upward, I have no wing to flip with.
Life is climbing an invisible ladder to reach the pinnacle of goals; Life is an invisible war field, we have to make a competition with numerous unknown rivals,even I have no desire for player kick.The horrible thing is that we have to compete with ourselves to send our life upward to a new higher level constantly.
I fumble in the darkness to expect a glimpse of light to lead me out of dark.The life in Canada elapses so fast; the elapsed days erode my soul; the horrible boredom and lonelyness are overwhelming me around, I have no where to escape; the passion and ferment dies into solitude, numb and dull; the omnipresent pressure and tension bothers me day and night. More or less, we have the depression if we are abroad for years.
I am stuck in the muddy marsh, no matter how I struggle, I will fall down deeper as I move more aggressively.The dilemma is the touching thing I have to deal frequently. Maybe it is the crisis of maddle age; I am lingering in the life intersection; not a single destination is easy to reach. The motional volcano will erupt sooner or later. The fear of darkness conquers my living background.I am not intended to breathe my last breath as most immigrants do, even the effort is futile. The fidgety mind ignites the desire to go upward to the goal,even it is far almost unreachable.
To follow the mind not the heart, but my mind is blank, my heart is transparent; To follow my sense, but my sense is in a mess. I am lost in the intersection, the orientation is hard to seek. The life is like a leaf to float in the air,randomly land nowhere, to be covered by dust and dirt, steped by the passer.I rcall the words from" The gone with the wind", " I'll go to sleep today, tomorrow I will find the way as the sun arises on the east. I will find the way......
I am longing to the disturbance; the tranquilty, boredom and dullness drowns me to death, even a naughty kid's throwing stone will save me.The still water waits for the hit of the throwing stone in the middle of the creek; the vibration around the center point gradually spread far away to the outer circle from the original, diluting away and disappearing gradually.
I am longing for the palpitation of my heart, longing for the new life;no matter it is ascending or descending as long as I am living in my life truelly. I will dominate the life and maneuver it to my destination.
Numerous failures activate numerous more attempts until I stand right on the failure steadily. The beauty is seen as the seagull hovers in the windy and rainy sky. The bitterness will enhance the taste of life. I have reached to the top of moutain, I have fallen down to the deepest of ocean. One employee perfers to retire now if possible. How do I carry myself upward, I have no wing to flip with.
Life is climbing an invisible ladder to reach the pinnacle of goals; Life is an invisible war field, we have to make a competition with numerous unknown rivals,even I have no desire for player kick.The horrible thing is that we have to compete with ourselves to send our life upward to a new higher level constantly.
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