I am sitting in a chair at level 4 in a certain building. I am looking into a window. I see nothing in the window, so I just look outside the window. I see something.
I see a tree, a very tall tree, a very straight-built tree. It must be very old because there are lots of tree animals there. The tree animals are living a happy and steady life, just like the one they see though the window who is just staring at them. I see the time there stop to work, it stagnates.
I look through the tree. I see a cloud which is shinning clinquantly. Maybe it is the cloud dropped by the Monkey King. I see there is a spider floating in the cloud. He is suffering a lot, certainly. He goes up and down, down and up, his fate is not in his hands, though he has a lot of hands. Only the God knows whether he would be on the ground again. Time flies there, because every second, great changes can take place.
I look through the cloud. I see a mountainous area. Two groups of men are fighting fiercely. They are from different villages. The cause of fight is very simple. That’s why the fight seems so much like a fight between beasts. The only different from that is this fight does not have female soldiers; the female are weeping in their houses, concerning the safety of their husbands as well as the future of their children who is facing the danger of losing a father. Time flies.
It is the clock who takes our lives away. But now the trees and the place I stay do not have a clock. It is better for me to go and buy one. It is better to stop. Goodbye to you, my trusted friends.
May 28, 2009
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又是一篇逼得我用中文评论的blog。。。
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