Life's Not a Breeze

Some people say that each of us experienced a different season of life during this time on this planet. People may experience the era of unchanging deep disappointment and lack of faith during the winter, but then it will be activated by the new life and beautiful promises spring brings. Percy Shelley's poem "The Ord to the Western Wind" is an inexplicable expression of these seasons of life and what it does to ensure that he is delivered at a desperate moment. .

There is winter in his life, the breeze will not blow through the summer. The night is silent like any other person. In a dream, like a man in the cave thousands of years ago, he woke up. He heard the dry footsteps of the sword teeth on the grass. Like lightly scratching your finger along the wall. An empty apartment wall. He remembered that the next room was empty for a long time, sweat broke his forehead and pillows his pillow. Other night is different, and he will not go to bed anymore. One night, the moon was full, the window frame was silver plated, sitting by the bed, holding his head with the hand trembling. Small and faint laughter is terrible, but when he hears a faint laugh at the wall faintly - like a woman at the end of hysteria, but not afraid ... and he is afraid all night I caught a gun. Later he started going to bed on the kitchen mat. This room shares walls with other apartments.

There used to be a sailor who started traveling to the vast ocean. He wishes to sneak into the pearl of the crystal sea while looking at the moon in a gentle midnight breeze. He snored gently like a hammock like a hammock, shook himself over the ripple of the sea, dreamed of sleeping slowly trembling in my dream. Then he met the sea with intense anger. Push him up to the height of life and let him fall to the bottom of the sea. His stomach rolls and his heart is beating. His body trembled when his body soaked his bones. That's why he is sick of himself; he makes a circle, tries to catch the sails and try to catch the fortress