A sunny day today, with my friends of office, together, to the fragrant hill.
Cause long time no outdoor exercises, i was a little exhausted at the begenning, just walking, climbing with complainting the countless stages. luckily, as I walking and walking, then looked back, the past road just sit there and pushed me forward.
got and share a poem from the TV series
WANDER-THIRST
Beyond the East the sunrise, beyong the West the sea,
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;
For the seas call and stars call, and oh! the call of the sky.
I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,
But a man can have the Sun for a friend, and for his guide a star;
And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,
For the river calls and the road calls, and oh! the call of a bird!
Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
The old ships draw to home again, and young ships sail away;
And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky.
-- Gerald Gould (1885-1936)
WANDER-THIRST
Beyond the East the sunrise, beyong the West the sea,
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;
For the seas call and stars call, and oh! the call of the sky.
I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,
But a man can have the Sun for a friend, and for his guide a star;
And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,
For the river calls and the road calls, and oh! the call of a bird!
Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
The old ships draw to home again, and young ships sail away;
And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road and the sky.
-- Gerald Gould (1885-1936)
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