很久前写的一篇英文散文。很散的文。幼稚的笔触。今天找了差不多一个小时才在论坛的角落里找到。我想把它贴上来。因为喜欢那样的歌：500 Hundred Miles。不管你们明不明白。请一定爱你们所爱的人。
"If you miss the train I'm on.
You will know that I am gone.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two.
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four.
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
Five hundred miles…
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
Not a shirt on my back.
Not a penny to my name.
Lord I can go home this away.
This away…
Lord I can go home this away.
If you miss the train I'm on.
Yon will know that I am gone.
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles."
It's an old English song which described that a man on train whistled freely, without a shirt, without a penny. Just lord, he knows that the man is five hundred miles form his hometown.
It's May, a sunny and rainy month. I walked out of the dorm and felt the subtle change about this world. One hundred miles, two hundred miles, three hundred miles, four hundred miles, five hundred miles. Such a set of numbers comes forth from the heart and goes on.
A bee flies around above a beautiful flower, taking away some aromatic farina. Breeze dauts my red face and nails. Put up the five fingers to draw a circle, you can catch the shape of air. Mom has told me not to be worried about the change and the shape of this world. Now, I can understand it.
Water is a pure white thing, just like the soft voice of infants. A basin of water like our life. Calm, furious or clean, dirty. A baby crawls to it, from this mirror, then catches the image of himself. What a surprise! That's the first shape of him, but he knows little.
Lord! Someone tell me he knows everything. I'm so sorry for I am not the Christian.
English does not mean everything, either.
It's the season to look through some boring books. Cicadas are singing loudly outside. Does it mean that this summer is coming? More people will jump into the water and swim freely, like the fish. However, I just want to fly in the blue sky and touch the sun.
We've leaned a sentence in junior high school. That's "Don't read in sun". Why not?
In the film HuaYan, the girl called "little animal" said, smoking can make you feel most warm. The feel is the same as that of a infant in placenta, safe and snug. I've persuaded father not to indulged in smoking 'cause his cough. Now, I know that smoking just like reading in sun. Though thay are the bad habits, man cannot refuse warmth.
Shall we dance and talk, Lord?
Running is a good way to forget something about love. We use nearly all our life to touch it and feel it, but donnot understand it. One miles, two miles, three miles, four miles, five miles. Everyday I walk through the street and see the smart children singing and talking after school.
There is too much hope in this world.
Today is the Mother's Day. I think I needn't leave my dear hometown and change my primal dream. Just give up a little adamancy and ardor.
Blue curtain covers my line of sight. Tuck up it, we can see a peaceful world, which is without pain but dream.
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Kent Nerburn：Great joys make us love the world. Great sadnesses make us understand the world.
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