I had a farm in Africa at the foot of Ngong Hill. I had a farm in Africa. I have never been to Africa, never seen the savannah. But I always felt that I had to go once, and my life would be complete. I saw the sunset in the desert, in a small camp in the Middle East. It is big and round, with a bloody orange color, and it is on the front of an old European lady, full of desolation and desolation. The sunset in the movie, with the same bright color and huge outline, makes me feel full of hope and fascination.
I am very anxious and depressed these days. I can't do anything. I think I was defeated by time and public opinion. I began to wonder if I should find someone to spend some time with, and it's not a waste of my youth. I also wanted to find someone to rely on, because otherwise I would be unable to walk alone in this metropolis without any relatives. All kinds of emotions, all kinds of unpleasant scenes that I have experienced coming one after another, not very annoying. And now, all worries are erased because of this movie.
What touched me the most was not the heroine who set foot on the strange continent of Africa alone to find experience; not her powerlessness to marry a friend in order to escape from reality; not her alone leading the supplies and black people through danger to the battlefield; not her the brave lion who lashed the bull; it wasn't even that she defied the odds to build a school when she couldn't conceive a child, or that she didn't despair and sought land for the locals after a fire destroyed a farm. With these, I don't think you can hit a brave and strong woman.
What touched me the most was that she fell in love with him, and even allowed him to leave again and again; she fell in love with him, and she could not rely on him but condone him wholeheartedly to find freedom; when she continued, she could still laugh and listen to him talk about the experience on the journey, which made him continue to wander and not seek solace from him; she fell in love with him, and realized that his departure was not because of the so-called safari but escaped alone. After that, I could still endure it. Love is a weapon that can penetrate the heart and destroy a determined warrior.
And here, love can be so independent. In the end, the man was changed because of her, but death took away the hope that took decades of hard work. Will this land remember her? Will the wind in the grassland tremble because of the color of her clothes? Will the runaway children of this land name their games after her? Will the bright moon here shed a gentle soothing touch on the gravel path she is leaving? Will the birds on the mountain come back here to find her tracks? Like him who died, she will be lost forever. But always remember, always remember that he ran here, flew, and entered her dream.
You will not win the race the first time.
We took you on a tour of the market;
A man and a boy stood cheering by.
And we brought you home shoulder-high.
Today-day, the road all runn onrs come,
We bring you home, shoulder, igh.
And lower you to your threshold.
A quiet town's mayor
To slip away from time to time is a wise lad.
From fields where glory is fleeting
And even though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
The shady night has closed my eyes.
I can not see the recor. cut,
And silence is not as bad as cheers.
The earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not see the route. He route
Among the lads who wore their honors proudly,
Run of whom fame outran
And the name died before the man.
So, before the echoes fade,
The quick foot on the shade sill,
and ld to the bottom.lintel up
The still-defended challenger's cup
And round that early-laurelled head
will Will flock atto gaze the strengt.less dead,
And discover unwithered on its curls.
The gar is shorter than a girl's.
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