讓我遇見你

這是大三時英文作文課的作業
我一直保留著, 因為現在再也寫不出這樣的東西
也是我一直很喜歡也很滿意的文字

一直想把它PO上來, 不過怕大家昏倒...
其實裡面有很多的用字..連我自己現在都得翻字典了..

不是愛現啦~~~~~~
只是想要分享, 分享這字裡行間的一種心情
分享這一切一直都沒有改變的心情 ^___^


I was thinking of taking a trip in the countryside while the professor was
giving his wonderful lecture on T. S. Eliot’s The Wasted Land. It still rained
outside; my mood gradually deepened with the rain increasing in force. Although
my body was seated in the classroom, my mind had already flown through the window
to look for colors out of gray sky. “I intend to disappear from Taipei for one
day,” I though but I kept my eyes on the professor. I had been tired of the daily
routine—moving to and fro between my home and the classroom. I wanted to run away
from the textbooks, the familiar place, the crowd, and the rough weather. Fleeing
into my dream, I escaped from the reality temporarily.

I got on a train heading for southern Taiwan.

Nobody accompanied me; and no one knew me, no one talked with me. I planned
to wander alone. In the train, I sat beside the window, enjoying the wonderful
sights. There was nobody sitting next to me, for I did not want to feel bothered.
Slowly, I found the familiar buildings, running cars, and electric poles were
behind me, farther and farther; at last, they faded from my sight. I knew I was
leaving Taipei. I did not know where my destination was, but I was prepared for
the adventure. On my shoulders, I carried a rucksack; a travel guidebook was in my
right hand, a piece of map in my left. I wore a baseball cap. Following the
directions in the guidebook and the map, I was going to explore an unknown world
by myself. Then, I got off the train without any hesitation.

At the train station, all I saw was the green, dark and light, bathing in the
sunshine. A broad grass lay quietly before me; some cottages with red or blue roofs
scattered on it. Far ahead, there was a grand field of forests. The sunbeams
sprinkled through leaves over the ground because the trees did not grow too tall.
Facing the breeze, I smelled the fresh air with fragrance of magnolias. My worries
and weariness were also blown away. I rode a bike on the path along a lithe stream
creeping through the grass and trees. I did not have to go hastily; instead, I
could stop wherever I liked. Collecting some unknown pretty flowers, I made a
wreath for myself, pretending to be a carefree fairy in the woods.

Though I had no companions, I did not feel lonely. Occasionally, a squirrel
family ran across the path in front of me; the sparrows sang with me and the
cicadas joined our chorus, too. With a sudden idea, I took of my shoes to step on
the earth bare-footed. Walking forward, I discovered a tranquil lake, blue as a
sparkling sapphire. I stopped to take a rest. Sitting on the shore, I bathed my
feet in the tingling water. My mind cooled down in the hot and humid weather. At
that moment, I sank into peace.

When night came, my secret trip came to an end; thus I took the last train to
Taipei, where I have lived for twenty-one years.

“Michelle, the professor is going to call the roll!” I heard someone calling
me. It was time to awake from my dream, and to return to the reality.