was suitable for a short poem, which could be read at least from beginning to the end
unlike many projects I have been doing still in the betweeen
While I can read Chinese in paragraph in one second, one word or phrase is still the unit for reading English. However, why not read a poem just slowly?
Slowly and don't worry what's next.
Concentrating on one of favorite hobbies is happiness.
It's a poem talking about an old man was scard by the sound of night either from outdoors or a cellar in a ''creaking'' room. He sat alone with a lamp, not really quiet. Then he paid attention on an ''late-arising moon.'' Since the moon brought him comfort, the old man developed a relation with the house:
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept.
He did the only thing he could do well. The jolting log in the stove even didn't bother him.His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept.
Sleeping is peaceful for an aged person.
The perception is enlargen in the solitary.
What an old man suffers.....
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