by Willian Wordsworth

I wondered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees.

Fulltering and dancing in the breeze.

 

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

ALong the margin of a bay:

The tousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 

The waves beside them dances, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;

A poet could not but be gay,

IN such a jocund company!

I gazed-and gazed-but little thought

What wealth the show to me bad brought:

 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with daffodils.

    Overindulgence in anything brings about satiation.

    It's true that too much oyster will make people feel sick, although it's indeed tasting and tempting.

    Yet, is this true to anything else, such as "studying"?

    People are taught that for those who like what they do ,the working hours are never long enough:each day is a holiday, and ordinary hilidays when they come are grudged as enforced interruptions in an absorbing vocation.

    So, will the knowlesge-pursuring be exempt from the satiation?

   

    Do u believe that the solitude will be infectious as possible as the flu?

    Yes or no, it has proved true in the experience of myself!

    First of all, I have to say something in my own defense: Althoug admittedly I've sometimes gone emotional for the unsatisfactory proceeding of study plan, however, I'm sure I 've never been in any inclination to be reduced to the terrible solitude( Maybe it will irritate Thoreau who found it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time)!Yet , in the several past days, the terrible devil indeed didn't share any room inside but immensely outside ranging from what I read to what I encountered.

    "The bigger the city is , the more loneliness the man will suffer!" When I first meet this words in the writing task of the Graduate Entrance Exzamination of SISU, the then reaction of mine was to muster up all my power to conceive a painful and dismal pricture of lonliness as possible as I can. Even if the loneliness was no strange to every humanbeings, yet just as the unmeasurable ocean, people above the water will have a vast different sense with those under it! Personally, I didn't come to apprehend it in a further way until recently I read such a solitary but still strong girl whose solitude was illustrated by one of her meticulous friend:Come to a metropolis lonely, study and work hard lonely, and face everyday's sun lonely! The Goddam loneliness!

      Autume, maybe a lonesome season as it is, performs well in intriguing the sentimental elements in people's mind. Then, the oneline diaries beome abundant with the alike topic---Solitude, with the company of some lonesome poems and songs. What a gathering party of solitude it is in such a solitary autume!

      Each cloud has a silver lining! It's human instinct to try best to survive from any adversities. Therefore, when there is solitude, there is the solution, even though this time it seems a little more foolish to some degree. It has been well known that man has a sound performance in self-cheating, which has given a big help to the slave of the solitude who 've beautifed the erstwhile disgusting and chilling solitariness to a precious and meaningful experience, or even the life-style! Whatever right or not, the truest thing is that one should keep on climing up ,or he wiould fall to die.If the self-cheating will help, why not?

       "God is alone, but the devil!"said Thoreau.

       Surly, we are the son and daughter of the God!

ALEXANDER POPE       

I will be the galddest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundrend flowers

And not pick one.

 

I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.

 

And when the lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will maek which must be mine,

And then start down!