Day 1-Trip to Jiazhou Landscape Scroll (嘉州长卷) Leshan (乐山), my hometown city, whose names in the ancient times were Jiazhou(嘉州), Jiading (嘉定), etc, is a time-honored place boasts of historic sites, profound history and deeplyt soaked in Buddhist atmosphere and slow tempo of city life. To fully display the glamour of my hometown and add my boyfriend’s understanding of China, I brought him here from Guangzhou for a week long journey. See more about Leshan：https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leshan When asked about the treasures Leshan citizens value the most, we would definitely name the Grand Buddha( 乐山大佛) and Mount Emei (峨眉山) . However, a new tourist area famous for fascinating Chinese ancient-style architecture shot up in recent ten years is drawing travellers from all directions every day as well. It is called Jiazhou Landscape Scroll (嘉州长卷). Its gorgeous night view is one of my favourites. A tiny part of Jiazhou Landscape Scroll (嘉州长卷), photographed by phone on Feb 8, 2016 Therefore, in the first night he arrived in Leshan, I took him around this amazing area, with one friend accompanying us. For it is located on the other side of the main river bank, we had to cross a long bridge full of people and cars, enjoying the bustling atmosphere of an Chinese ancient town created by various buildings decorated in soft colorful lights. While we were still on the bridge, we were amazed by a great number of Kongming Lantern (孔明灯) floating high up in the sky. Just like bright stars in the night, or shining jewels inlaying the dark curtain of night, they lit up the whole sky. First time to set up a Kongming Lantern. We were told to make a wish the second when the light flew up from our hands. Since we didn't have a marker with us, we couldn't write down our wishes or names on the lantern like most people did here. It was still fun though. Delighted to see our lantern gradually reaching higher and higher in the sky. Picture taken by my friend of him and me together. Our facial expressions looked a bit stiff in the night. Finally a pic of us three together! So much fun we had, and such a good impression my city left on him.

Earlier this week, my dad and his friends organized a get-together, the invited among whom are those we frequently dine out with apart from several unfamiliar faces. As usual, on such occasions, traditional Chinese table manners are regarded as a must, even between old friends. Take my dad for an example, he never gets tired of making toasts at the table. His eloquence combined with the colloquial features of our little town’s dialect would rarely fail to entertain the guests present. Obviously he is also quite good at picking the time to show off his great sense of humor- usually right at the point that my mouth is full of partially chewed food. What I usually have to do is to rush all the food down my throat as quickly as possible while wearing an “I’m so sorry” facial expression and then stand up reaching out my glass cup, mirroring him. “Let’s make a toast towards uncle Lee’s family, wishing them a happy year and good health!” I stood up holding my glass half filled with wine along with my dad as he reached his glass out in the Lees’ direction. “Uncle Lee, I wish you a successful new year and good health for all your family.” Our cups met half way above the large dinner table and each of us took a big sip of wine (Usually females drink wine at table while men have baijiu, the Chinese liquor) after the clink of the glass. Normally I wouldn’t care what those people were talking about - sually politics, or social problem - but I did have to avoid being absent-minded when they focused the conversation on me, or the other young adults at the table. “How is your son doing during his fourth year in college? I heard that he wanted to make into the graduate school of Tsinghua University and continue studying physics?” Someone asked uncle Hu at table. “Ahuh, yeah, that’s what he’s been up to for the whole summer vacation. Not only Tsinghua University, but Beijing University and the Chinese academy of Sciences are his secondary targets.” Uncle Hu replied. “What an ambitious boy. Did he succeed?” Instead of answering the former person, he lifted up his face in a proud glory, giving me, who was eating silently and trying to hide away from this conversation his full attention. “Victoria, has your little brother Hu contacted you these days?” “Uh? You mean has he talked with me these days? No...I assume he’s still busy with his tests and interviews to the graduate school.” I answered, feeling a bit disappointed for failing to hide my existence. He smiled, took a deep puff on his cigarette, and said in somewhat perky voice, “Oh, he already got in. He’s just helping his mentor with some kind of research paper in the lab now. Three schools, they all wanted him.” Alright, fine, I guess he’s justified in his perkiness. “Oh really? Congratulations!” “What an excellent boy!” “Good job!”All of a sudden uncle Hu was bombarded by congratulations from all directions. Failing to bury my head under the bowls and cups, I put up an obedient good student face when uncle Hu continued making me the focus of the dinner, encouraging me that “You should take brother Hu as your model in studies. Good results can only derive from hard work.” I didn’t reply, grinning embarrassingly when my dad spoke for me, “She certainly should. There’s a lot for her to learn from him.” Since I successfully grabbed everyone’s attention, one unfamiliar person asked, “By the way, which university is Victoria in? I remember she studies in Guangzhou, right? Is it Sun Yat-Sen University?” “Sun Yat-Sen University? Impossible!” My dad laughed out loud right before I said anything myself. “Her scores only got her into South China Agricultural University!” My dad was always like this, pleasing others by mocking his own daughter. However, he he did retain at least a little pride, therefore adding “Though her school is also a major university in China, it just cannot beat Sun Yat-Sen University.” His humbleness fully showcased how disappointed he was about my lowly status - not being a part of Sun Yat-Sen University. They all laughed at his humor. As the dinner went on, they talked about each other’s daughters and sons, asking about their present status while making toasts to each other from time to time. I just sat there in their laughter and loud, droning conversation, eating and drinking alone, silently. And that’s what happened at my depressingly normal and mortifying dinner.

Recently, a hater under the username of Newtown commented on two of my blog posts with a sour tongue, agitating me a lot.I know I should have ignored those aggressive words because they have no factual basis, but I still chose to reply him/her, no matter how many times my boyfriend tried to persuade me to simply delete the comments. "Your reaction is exactly what he/she is hoping for. Don't give him/her what he/she wants." He told me with a serious look. "But what he/she said made me furious! I cannot just sit here and watch someone insult me." I sneered at the person's profile, all confidential, including the column of gender. "Weirdo." I frowned. I can't even think of an appropriate word to describe such behaviour. I admit that to some extent I'm a bit self-centred, but I am aware that it would is impossible to hear entirely good words from others. Different people have different tastes. However I don't understand what kind of situation would cause someone to lauch a personal attack? If it is someone who knows me but doesn't like me, it makes some sense, but how come a completely stranger feels he/she has the right to insult me? Sorry, I can't stand this. I guess I'm just too dumb to figure it out. Nevertheless, it wasn't over. Several days later, I received his/her counter reply: "Look at yourself, you've got a lot to laugh at." This time, I did nothing but remained silent. I stopped logging onto my newly-opened China Daily Blog, for over a month. I was hurt, by a vicious stranger - something I would never imagine of. That was not the end either. I found it hard to get over it, especially in the first few days. I felt depressed whenever I thought of it, and I was also shocked at my vulnerability against such things. I talked to several friends about that, and they told me not make a fuss. "Just ignore whatever this person said, you know you what he/her said is not true. " "I thought you never care about others' opinions! Remember how you comforted me when I ran into the same thing last time?" My goodness. It is always easier to talk about stuff as a bystander. It doesn't help at all. Anyway, if it was not the warning sent by the blog contest to remind me of my qualification for continuing the competition, I would never think of returning to this site. And during the long time in which I was absent from my blog, I viewed too many vicious comments from different celebrities' microblogs, making me really wonder about the mental health status of many people. I'm really curious about the motives of those individuals who tend to verbally-hurt people online. Anonymity of course plays a pivotal role in it, but am I the only one who thinks it is never right to hurt people's feelings, no matter under what circumstances? Obviously not. Moreover, the fifth episode of South Park Season 19 already told us how stupid and ridiculous to depend on such "safe spaces" for comfort and protection. However, the warm greetings from my new friends on this blog convinced me of the goodness of people. I soon wrote a new blog post, sharing my cherished moments with my boyfriend on the first day of the New Year. I stayed up late until 3 am just to complete the blog post that night. I felt gracious and lucky towards his company and wanted to express my feelings by my words. I thought I could see this site as an outlet, because not many people visit this site. Then, several days later, the hater appeared again. "Your headline is Chinglish and loses a lot in translation", the same person commented. Wait, I'm sorry, who are you again, mysterious guy/ girl? I major in English Translation and my bf is a native speaker teaching English in China, and who are you to judge? Do you think your comment makes any sense? Hello??? You are off topic. Anyway, I got to know from the incident that abnormal people exisit in every corner of the world. Relax, take it easy. It is indeed quite tough to deal with such ridiculous things. "Haters hate us, coz they ain't us."

These days I spent sometime studying a book entitled the Translator's Guide to Chinglish. It has been frequently recommended by pundits from the school of English Advanced Translation in Beijing Foreign Language University and referred to in many Professional theses in the area of English translation by scholars. Therefore, when I have to do some reading, I didn’t take any hesitation to grab the book and made up my mind that I would take time to dig into the techniques mentioned by the author. The author of this book is Joan Pinkham, who spent eight years working as an English polisher in Beijing, first at Foreign Languages Press and later at the Central Translation Bureau(Bureau for the Compilation and Translation of Works of Marx, Engels, Lenin and Stalin). With her excellent qualifications and working experience in this profession, Pinkham spared no efforts to offer us readers the generous guidance in English translation. This book is said to be addressed primarily to Chinese translators and advanced students of English who are practising translation, which means that it is exactly the very book which I've been looking for to help me open the door to better and advanced translation. However, this is not just confined to professionals working in relevant areas, for the author thinks it will prove equally useful to other Chinese who are called upon to write English and who wish to improve their mastery of it, like those working in journalism, foreign affairs, business, tourism, advertising and many other fields. Of course, readers who open this book will have achieved varying levels of skill in their second language. But to one degree or another, the work of all but the most highly trained and experienced among them will inevitably contain elements of Chinglish. It is almost impossible for Chinese individuals to avoid mistakes of Chinglish, unless you were born and raised up in nativ-speaking environment. And Chinglish, for sure, is that misshapen, hybrid language which is neither English nor Chinese, but is always called"English with Chinese Characteristics". The source of Chinglish can be found almost everywhere, some can even be found in published materials like China Daily. Besides, one of the most conspicuous mistakes which can be easily found available almost in every text translated into English from Chinese is the unnecessary words during the process of C-E translation, because English is not like Chinese which tends to draw long sentences and phrases. The good writing in English is concise, and careful writers say what they mean in as few words as possible. Any words that perform no useful functions in the sentence-that is, which add no meaning at all-should be edited out. Several examples are listed below:1. A. ...to accelerate the pace of economic reform. B. ...to accelerate the economic reform.Analysis:Most Chinese English users are inclined to say "accelerate the pace of economic reform", ignoring that the word"accelerate" already means "to increase the pace of", and the right version should be "accelerate the economic reform". 2. A. There have been good harvests in agriculture. B. There have been good harvests.Analysis: “Harvests” implies agriculture. There are no harvests in industry. 3. A. These hardships are temporary in nature. B. These hardships are temporary.Analysis: Any adjective describes the “nature” or “character” of the noun it modifies. To say that hardships are “temporary in nature” is like saying the Chinese flag is “red in color”, or the pandas are “few in number”. 4. A. The development of our economy in the future will, to a large extent, depend on... B. The development of our economy will, to a large extent, depend on...Analysis: the future tense of the verb is already sufficient enough to demonstrate futurity, thus the phrase “in the future” is definitely unnecessary in sentence A. 5. A. At that time the situation in northeast China was still one where the enemy was stronger than the people’s forces. B. At that time the enemy in northeast China was still stronger than the people’s forces.Analysis: “situation” is a particular dangerous noun to apply in one’s writing. Not only is it unnecessary, but also it drags other unnecessary elements after it. (in this instance, “one where”) 6.A. The key to the solution is lies in the curtailment of the expenditure. B. The solution is to curtail (or cut back on) the expenditure.Analysis: the word “key” is sometimes useful, but usually it is better to be dispensed with. Just like the word “situation”, it also leads to further unnecessary complications 7.A. We must make an improvement in our work. B. We must improve our work. Analysis: Like unnecessary nouns, most unneeded verbs in Chinese occur in phrases. Usually, they are combined with nouns (plus the inevitable articles and prepositions that nouns bring with them). Here the verb “make” is a weak, colorless, all-purpose verb having no specific significance or meaning of its own, while the real action is expressed in the noun “improvement”. Since the verb here does not make any contribution to the sense, it can be edited out:”We must improve our work”. Additionally, some other redundant words may be less easy to identify. Nevertheless, a little thought will be able to reveal that they add nothing to the meaning of the sentence. When they are deleted the overall meaning of the sentence is not diminished or affected, but more clarified.There are far more similar examples in this book which can provide us with the correct writing instructions without using Chinglish, especially in avoiding the redundant use of unneeded and repeated words and phrases during C-E translation.. All in all, after reading this book, I gained abundant acquisitions of correct and vigorous English writing techniques, and still, I know that there's still a long way for me to go on my way to better myself as a professional translator.

Company Is the Best Love Confession I still remember my childish teenage dream when I was among those young girls who dreamt about the handsome faces and lovely but fictional romantic scenes that appeared on TV screens. The hero and heroine dancing to some slow and light melody with both of their hands placed on each others waist during a peaceful night - having somebody put on the same show for me in the future, treating me as the heroine of my very own soap opera (a childdhood addiction that I would steadfastly deny today).Though it would not be shameful to admit my unexplainable mania for those cheesy plots designed so obviously to fool little girls, since I’m not the only one was fond of daydreaming, I found it so inconsistent with my mindset as I grew older. It is rarely as pleasant as those TV shows depict, or sometimes not romantic at all when someone elaborately arranges those elaborate love confessions for you and attracts unwanted attention. For example, I wouldn’t forget how awkward I felt when a boy from my class wrote a poem and passed it to me through the hands of almost every member of my class back in senior high. I not only found it embarrassing, but also quite agitating, as I felt that I had become some kind of a joke in others’ eyes. Even after I drifted into college and bumped into guys who were quite good at displaying the same glamorous drama plots into real life, none of them really impressed me in the right way.People used to say that roses symbolize love. The more flowers you receive, the more love and importance you have (although nowadays flowers are replaced by money, cars and other more expensive gifts). This is a theory I find hard to accept. I do agree that roses are unbelievably beautiful and settings made of great numbers of roses are indeed breath-taking, however I would not hesitate to give a good kick on my boyfriend’s butt if he spent a majority of his wages on something like that. A single red rose is sufficient enough to symbolize all love and caring. As to those who accustomed to displaying their affections for one another through different luxurious gifts, well, I can't say I have any comment. I'm sure that I’m not the first person to hold this viewpoint. Actually I have read a lot relevant articles in this category but I never really understood it through my own experience. I’m not the type of person who does well in expressing my emotions whereas my boyfriend is quite good at conveying his own feelings out loud. Moreover, and the most important part, in my opinion, he doesn't require my love back in copy speech, but shows me his enthusiasm without reservation. When I tell him that I don't feel like going out today, he will sacrifice his precious outdoor activities to stay home watching movies with me, or just sit indoor killing time by doing nothing, by which I was quite moved and sometimes even feel sorry about my selfish method of keeping him with me. And today, on the most special day of the year, Jan 1st, 2016, or to be exact, as the clock was striking midnight of December 31st, 2015, I heard the most romantic words ever. Actually I wasn’t feeling anything special about the incoming New Year and was planning to spend the evening as ordinarily as any other evening-by watching a movie before going to bed. And I was quite sleepy after my movie was finished but he kept telling to stay awake for the new year count down. Though not understanding why he asked me so, I tried hard not to fall asleep. Finally, as the clock was striking midnight, he summoned me on to our little balcony. “Happy New Year, baby!” I went there and saw his big smiling face radiating with those shiny tiny multicolored string lights we put up together on Christmas several days ago. It was beautiful, and something warm began to rise from the bottom of my heart. I had never expected that the beginning of my new year not only witnessed the sleepiness and fatigue due to long time of eye overuse, but also tears when he told me that this was “our first full year together and the start of many more years to come”. It is that moment that I understood the over-quoted sentence “Company is the best and most sustainable love confession.” He pulled me into his arms and I wiped all my tears onto his shirt. "Truly. Happy New Year."

In this day and age,in the context of an unprecedentedly fast developing world, having the blues, feeling a little anxious, or getting stressed from time to time is a part of life. In particular,all of the changes experienced in college can be very stressful. When these things start to interfere with students' daily lives and their ability to function normally, it could be more serious than we realize. Pressure,our body's instinctive response to life's demands,plays a pivotal role in helping us react appropriately when threatened or when our balance of everyday lives is disrupted. Stress can also help motivate us and even help protect us. Thus feeling stressed is not abnormal. Nevertheless,it is unwholesome to be besieged by too much stress,which is frequently found among college students. Today most students on campus are reported to suffer from stress resulted by various factors like parents' expectations,class assignments,finals,graduation dissertations,post-graduation future,job interviews,relationships,social activities and so on,among which academic pressure plays the lead. Students who feel stressed out on a regular basis tend to face greater health problems,which could negatively interfere with their relationships and everyday life. For example,students are usually bombarded by great amounts of homework assigned by their teachers and at the same time they have a wide array of extracurricular activities and other needs of attending social activities,therefore they have to squeeze out time from their precious and limited sleeping time to work on their homework,trying to finish it before the deadline. However,staying up late into night has vicious impact on students' physical health like memory loss and lack of focus in class. In the long run,the immunocompetence of sleep-deprived students would decrease gradually and their metabolism would slow down,entailing other hazards of catching up some diseases. Also,the sedentary lifestyles of students overly occupied in academic work with insufficient exercise,can give rise to pains in the neck,shoulders and spinal cord in particular. Moreover,lack of sleep and exercise can lead to feelings of depression and exhaustion,needless to say its bad effect on students' moods and emotion. In addition,the pressure of not being able to hand in assignments on time and anxiety of preparing for an incoming test renders individuals vulnerable to go through their lives with a healthy mindset. And failure to pass the tests can interfere with their confidence and self-esteem. That way,their normal social activities and relationship with parents or partners would face troubles. Some even turn to alcohol or cigarettes to reduce the stress,which is apparently not helpful at all. To sum up,most of this generation is being excessively consumed by pressure coming from all areas. If not handled appropriately, we would have a hard time adjusting our stressful life.

Generally,growing up in China, we have been living a life well designed by our dear parents since the moment we were brought to the world. It is not a surprise for us children that our parents tend to determine our future, because it is to some extent a convention of the society which has existed for centuries. However, personally I don't agree with it because nobody but ourselves are the writers of our future chapter. And as participants of the much more enlightened era, we should be able to follow the voices inside of our hearts and pursue the very lives we do desire. The reasons why parents should let children make their own choices rather than arbitrarily jump to decisions for them can be various. First and foremost, all people in the world are entitled to pursue their own happiness by doing the things which please them, without violating laws or regulations of course. Though parents who claim that they do it for our good, for our lack of real life experience and thus being too naive and idealistic that today's complex and fast-changing world can be too overwhelming for us to adapt. The path to the fulfillment of our dreams are full of thorns. That being said, they don't know that living a life with their expectations doesn't bring us any pleasure but more pressure, bringing us unnecessary troubles to handle. Therefore, we tend to suffer from great stress both mentally and physically, causing more harms than benefits. Second, while those who follow their parents' instructions live a relatively good life, most children don't end up very well as their parents expected. Normally, most of them will find it a fault to allow others to judge for them, often generating a wide array of arguments between children and parents, making it difficult to get along well with each other. In order to avoid being the direct targets to blame, parents should enable children to choose what is best for them. Last but not least, parents should know that entitling their children to confront the challenges and difficulties during their pursuit of lives offers them the best chance to learn from their own doing and shape their character. Being over-protective for their children and always trying to surmount all the possible haphazards for them does not serve any good.Afterall, you don't want your kids to treat you with resentment in the future.

After releasing my shoulders from the pains of my heavy backpack when I got home, I jumped into bed with my phone, ready to spend a relaxing evening - starting by checking what others did on Wechat moments. It was just the same ordinary evening as usual after a full day’s studying at school. “Next time when you plan to talk ill behind somebody’s back ,could you please look around first to see whether the target is around?” One girl in my class had just posted this on her Wechat moments. Oops, that’s embarrassing, I talked to myself. Curious to find out who was caught speaking ill in front of her, and also what was said, I commented beneath her post,“Are you alright? What happened? How could someone be mean enough to do such a thing?” As I waited for the reply, I received a message from Shirley, a friend I shared many of my classes with.She is a girl who is always being nice to others and good at hiding her own feelings, and she would never express her discontent to other people in her life. Well, she did express her dissatisfaction about her roommates to me very often, although she still seems to get on well with them, (at least her roommates think so). She rarely turned down her acquaintances when they asked for her help, and I believe that the reason why she turned me down very often is because we were too familiar with each other, to the extent that she had nothing to hide from me. Well, maybe something. And I won’t doubt that. “Vic, I’ve been wondering whether to tell you this for the whole afternoon, but I figured I just have to, despite how it may ruin our friendship.” What a daunting beginning to a normal conversation. My right eyelid started to twitch.“I really treat you as my true friend, so I did take our friendship seriously. And now I’m hurt.” Oh no,where did I go wrong? I was struck by confusion, all of a sudden. “I’d rather be as innocent and childish as a teenager than to behave as an adult, wear a fake smile and conceal all the spite deep down in my heart. I want to say sorry if I did something wrong to irritate you. Anyway, after all we went through together during the course of the year, I still have no regrets about meeting you. Alright, so I’m gonna occupy my own seat in class from now on, so that you will not be bothered by me any more. That’s all - ah, wait, I hope you all the best. (Flower emoticons).” I was terrified. I know I always have a big mouth and never able to fulfill my duty of keeping girls’ little secrets,but I would never reveal any sensitive ones to others, or so I thought? For the next thirty minutes, I was lost in thought, searching the names of all the people I’ve talked to and what exactly I had told them, as long as they are related to Shirley. Then I called another friend Lana, whom I remember complaining a lot about Shirley with, especially when she forced me to help her cheat during the Japanese test the week before. Forced by our friendship, that is. I also mentioned her double personalities in her relationship with her other five roommates, just to condemn how hypocritical she is. And of course, I never expected Lana would tell anyone else about that. She’s just not that type of girl. She must know the importance of keeping secrets only between us. She must! “Are you sure you didn’t tell anyone else about our conversation last time? Are you sure there’s no way Shirley heard anything bad about herself from other sources? Well, I’m not saying that I don’t trust you. I know you would never do that. I’m just... I just can’t understand why she would send such a resentful message to me if she didn’t know I was talking ill about her behind her back, which I know is a pretty dumb thing to do...” “Er...” “Oh man, don’t tell me you did!” “I only told two of my roommates, Jessie and Lily, and they are of no harm! They wouldn’t tell others!” “Damn, how could you be so sure? I trusted you and I would never expect you would tell others!” “I happened to meet them when we departed with each other that evening,and we walked back together to our dorm...” “So you just shared our secrets with them?” “I’m sorry! But they really wouldn’t tell others...” “Uh-huh ,really?” “Would they...?” Her voice started to sound uncertain. “You shouldn’t have trusted them, just like I shouldn’t be this certain about you keeping our secrets.” I couldn’t feel more disappointed. She fell silent. And I was embarrassed too. It was entirely my fault. I’m just not a good friend, nor a grown-up girl. I wasn’t on the cast of the American TV show Gossip Girl either. And what I did humiliated myself, I was just as immature as the girls whom I hated in primary school. Although Shirley is not as decent and kind as she looks like from her appearance, I still should not have shared my judgments with others. I really hurt her feelings. I just deserve it. I hung up my phone, throwing my body back to the pillows and soft covers in the bed. I wanted to give out a long sigh, but I couldn’t. It was like something got stuck in my throat, making it hard to breathe. “Are you okay?”I tried to send a message to Shirley on Wechat. Noooo, I deleted it right before it is sent. What should I do? I’m agitated. I wish she could just embarrass me right to my face, curse me or something. That would make me feel even better. Before going to sleep that night, I finally managed to send her a message. In truth, it was more like a little composition. I talked a lot about what we went through together and those fun moments we had together during the whole year after we became friends, hoping to save our friendship.I also expressed my apologies for anything inappropriate I may did, without mentioning the awkward fact that I complained about her to others. It was just too humiliating. When I woke up the next morning, I thought I already lost a friend until I noticed a new message on my Wechat. “I’m sorry for not replying to you last night and also for those stupid words I texted. I was being a bit extreme yesterday and I didn’t mean it that way. Ehh, just ignore it. By the way, the length of your message is really touching (smiley face emoticon)” Thank goodness for that. Back off, gossip girls. Back off, the most shameful side of me. P.S.This is a real story happened recently in my life,which is quite embarrassing.Anyway,though little exaggeration was made in it,I believed that it met the requirement of "Practice" given by this English Blogging Contest. Victoria Zhou 24 November,2015

Eros,thy enchantment is to me,Like the scarlet appleIn the hand of the evil.One tiny bite on the tempting desire,The princess would drop asleep in pity. In solitary days long yearn for company,Thy shiny hair,thy dazzling smile,Thy loving whispers have brought me home,To the glamorous heaven,And the fancy wonderland. Lo!with your pure-white flattering wings,How glaring I see you stand,The Cupid's arrow within thy hand.Ah,shoot me straight in the heart,I will follow you till I pass. P.S.This is the first English poem I've ever written,and I got the inspiration after reading Edgar Allan Poe's To Hellen,which is an epic in American Literature.Though I tried so hard to make each line rhyme,just as our talented writer Poe did in his masterpiece,I still failed(As you can see here,none of the stanzas rhymes).I'm truly sorry for my poor poem writing skill.Thank you all for reading it.