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ONE SPECIAL PLACE IN MY LIFE
2 J3 W W- S) e. ~3 hThere are many special places in my memory, although a long time has past, I just can not dig it out of my mind. 1 V4 I+ V! R: |
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I can’t forget the rock cliff on PANSHAN Mountain, the backyard of my hometown, where I attached myself to a side of a wall-liked stone cliff edge by fingers and feet inserting into one-inch-wide crevices, and where I hung myself on an egg-thick sapling which planted itself hardly in a cranny of a cliff side. When I looked down, there was only dark green color and fair blue fumes in the end of my eyesight.
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4 w) p6 A5 ^4 g6 M4 U mI can’t help to recall another bluff in the TAISHAN Mountains, named SHANZIYA. It’s in the 2nd day of a 3days-4nights trip without support, no money or even food. I climbed reaching to the top in a morning of May, immediately, I was surprised by my facing: the gray blue mountains behind the green ones faraway was touching blue sky, clouds filled among mountains a little village set in a fogy valley, blurred and bright. The vision just being there silently liked a painting with live; liked a dream in true-life, that made me forget hunger, forget fatigue and loneliness.
8 K+ q$ w% j; BIf most of places I have been exposed me to challenge and adventure, well then the next place would give me a real relax. That is a bathtub in my girl-friend’s apartment. I used to spend my weekend with her in an apartment located on the margin of the city. We usually coked together and then had dinner with candles. After I reposed in sofa, she must have prepared the bath water with bath cube or perfume dropped in as well as petals. While I lied down in such warm water, she would set a tea-table beside the bathtub and put my cigarette holder, smoking set and coffee on it. She would never forget to move candles in. while I was smoking and enjoying the peace, she had a seat on the toilet’s lid, looked at me, and began to chat with me. Some times about my new poetry, some times about her sentiment, some times just some tender voice. She didn’t need my answer, at this time I always feed back a smile that is what she wants. When the sweet air around me in the bathroom, the time seems freezing, the pain and wild thought in my heart seems calm down, but…
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How brave its are, however, the remembrances have past away with time, become yesterday, like the current of Saskatchewan River will never come back. What leaves with me is much ado about nothing. |
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