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miss_eos

miss_eos

Viet Nam

September 18, 2010

 

It's so hard to tell how much I love this kind of weather.

I love the sky when the sun starts shining every early morning

I love the empty streets lined with yellow leaves. Also I'm so much into walking beside the windy lakeside, watching small boats go back and forth and breathing in all the flavor of autumn.

My friends are striving for scholarships to study abroad but I'm not. It's not that I'm not ambitious but that I'm quite enthusiastic about the peacefulness of this place. The cool breeze makes me feel as if time was ceasing. Maybe there are more beautiful places than this, yet living among people speaking my language is the most relieved

What's better if you could sit alone on the lakeside, listening to a ballad song from your mp3. 

 Just drink in all the beauty that life can bring before the autumn is gone

More entries: MY autumn, Well, I wonder (2), Like that again, Too Cold (4), caught in the middle (4), Back to the past (6), In the middle of autumn (31)

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08:11 AM Oct 12 2010

andee1

andee1
China

sorry Miss_eos i am bothering you again. what's meaning of italic part? "there you have it folks, the UNM LOBOS are officially the worst football team." "spot on to what i was thinking." thank you.

07:47 AM Oct 08 2010

andee1

andee1
China

what's "IELTS exam" is an english exam? i wish you to pass it smoothly. good luck for you.

08:32 PM Oct 07 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

"you're being so mean these days" means "you keep behaving way so mean, which irritates me".

About my chinese, i'm gonna get back to it next month when I have gone through my IELTS exam. Recently, I'm working on some revision to be well-prepared.

02:37 AM Oct 07 2010

andee1

andee1
China

thank you Miss_eos. you mean "you're being so mean these days. " equals to "something happens repeatedly, making people irritated." or "you're always making the same mistake." ? do it? how about your chinese?

02:36 AM Oct 01 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

you're being so mean these days. => something happens repeatedly, making people irritated. Anther example: you're always making the same mistake. just like that.

this is the use of tense rather than the use of being. Because "be" is also a verb and it is influenced by the tense of the sentence in which it stands. You could also see things like:

I've been being crazy recently => the use of continuous perfect tense to express something which started in the past and is still happening at the moment.

The above are some sharing.hope it can help :D

11:45 PM Sep 29 2010

andee1

andee1
China

Miss_eos could you tell me some usage of being? i have been annoyed for a long time. had better make some instances thank you. have a good day!

04:59 AM Sep 29 2010

andee1

andee1
China

no problem i have been waiting for you to bother me, that's my pleasure, after all you gave me such much helping.

03:03 AM Sep 29 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

u r welcome. hehe

I think my hobbies are listening to music and studying language. I often start a day with some music, and then go on to study English because of my incoming exam next month. I plan to get down to Chinese as soon as I'm over with this English exam. And at that point, i may have to bother you a lot :D

02:20 AM Sep 29 2010

andee1

andee1
China

what's your hobby? i like singing, playing ping pang and so on.

05:35 AM Sep 28 2010

andee1

andee1
China

many thanks Miss_eos for you give me so much help. i would like to try my best to help you, if you need.

 

02:50 AM Sep 28 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

I'm glad if i can help.

"We missed you though" is the same as "however,we missed you". It's just one of the use of this word.

01:42 AM Sep 28 2010

andee1

andee1
China

i'm so sorry to bother you again. "we missed you though" "though" i feel it is a kinda like "out there". in the same way, is an idiom or having actual meaning? thank you.

07:47 PM Sep 27 2010

andee1

andee1
China

many thanks Miss_eos. your point about "hit someone's pocket" is same with me. but about "out there" is a idiom? has it actual meaning? what's meaning if it had.

02:49 AM Sep 26 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

Because I don't know the situation u r in so i guess "something hits your pocket" means it makes you spend money. About "out there", it's kind of similar to "somewhere else". They are often used in spoken language.

02:03 AM Sep 26 2010

andee1

andee1
China

could you give me a hand? i have two sentences don't know what does mean. 1, "whenever it hits my pocket ", mainly i don't get what does "hit my pocket" mean. 2, "Rob got vaporized out there, did he?" especially "out there" i don't get it, is a phrase or an idiom of america? thank you Miss.

08:54 AM Sep 25 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

thank u so much for your support of my blog.Whenever I come across something nice I'll write it down right away :D

07:56 AM Sep 25 2010

andee1

andee1
China

what's time now you there, here is 23:00 night.

07:43 AM Sep 25 2010

andee1

andee1
China

is my pleasure if i could teach you. hope you write more blogs or articles so that i can learn much phrases by reading it. at the same time, i also hope to talk to you more frequently.

07:16 AM Sep 25 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

I'm so lucky to have a volunteer teacher like you. I'm sure i'll the make the most of this willingness. keke !!!! Thanks in advance :)

02:05 AM Sep 25 2010

andee1

andee1
China

your english is much better in comparison with me. i would like to teach you chinese if you like it.

01:38 AM Sep 25 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

Well, it's ok actually. I'm majoring in International Business. I'm also studying a little Chinese. My English is a bit awkward and my Chinese still has a long way to go as I started not long ago. 

10:45 PM Sep 24 2010

andee1

andee1
China

what's your major? is english?

10:44 PM Sep 24 2010

andee1

andee1
China

oh sorry, i still took you had worked for beginning. do you get chinese?

11:22 AM Sep 24 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

I'm studying at university at the moment. :)

05:40 AM Sep 24 2010

andee1

andee1
China

pretty like to read your article so lyric poetic and romantic. are you working in Vietnam now?

02:26 AM Sep 24 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

maybe you're right. the above is just one of my indulging moment :D

10:17 AM Sep 23 2010

iftee2010

iftee2010
Bangladesh

Cool..sorry, dont know ur name, though..the speech that u said about autumn is really nice..and i like to..but there is another think..may be ur thinkings r perfect bcoz of ur position, ur condition...bcoz of ur well position..but dear think it a little bit positively...then u may get some reality...bye

02:46 AM Sep 19 2010

miss_eos

miss_eos
Viet Nam

Thanks for all your sharings, I definitely love the poem.

As we have no snow in winter so i really wonder how it could be :X

11:47 PM Sep 18 2010

Sodoo

Sodoo
Mongolia

I love autumn too.

I love look the trees...it's colour...just wonderful!

Autumn

John Clare (1821)


The summer-flower has run to seed,
And yellow is the woodland bough;
And every leaf of bush and weed
Is tipt with autumn’s pencil now.

And I do love the varied hue,
And I do love the browning plain;
And I do love each scene to view,
That’s mark’d with beauties of her reign.

The woodbine-trees red berries bear,
That clustering hang upon the bower;
While, fondly lingering here and there,
Peeps out a dwindling sickly flower.

The trees’ gay leaves are turned brown,
By every little wind undress’d;
And as they flap and whistle down,
We see the birds’ deserted nest.

No thrush or blackbird meets the eye,
Or fills the ear with summer’s strain;
They but dart out for worm and fly,
Then silent seek their rest again.

Beside the brook, in misty blue,
Bilberries glow on tendrils weak,
Where many a bare-foot splashes through,
The pulpy, juicy prize to seek:

For ’tis the rustic boy’s delight,
Now autumn’s sun so warmly gleams,
And these ripe berries tempt his sight,
To dabble in the shallow streams.

And oft his rambles we may trace,
Delv’d in the mud his printing feet,
And oft we meet a chubby face
All stained with the berries sweet.

The cowboy oft slives down the brook,
And tracks for hours each winding round,
While pinders, that such chances look,
Drive his rambling cows to pound.

The woodland bowers, that us’d to be
Lost in their silence and their shade,
Are now a scene of rural glee,
With many a nutting swain and maid.

The scrambling shepherd with his hook,
’Mong hazel boughs of rusty brown
That overhang some gulphing brook,
Drags the ripen’d clusters down.

While, on a bank of faded grass,
Some artless maid the prize receives;
And kisses to the sun-tann’d lass,
As well as nuts, the shepherd gives.

I love the year’s decline, and love
Through rustling yellow shades to range,
O’er stubble land, ’neath willow grove,
To pause upon each varied change:

And oft have thought ’twas sweet, to list
The stubbles crackling with the heat,
Just as the sun broke through the mist
And warm’d the herdsman’s rushy seat;

And grunting noise of rambling hogs,
Where pattering acorns oddly drop;
And noisy bark of shepherds’ dogs,
The restless routs of sheep to stop;

While distant thresher’s swingle drops
With sharp and hollow-twanking raps;
And, nigh at hand, the echoing chops
Of hardy hedger stopping gaps;

And sportsmen’s trembling whistle-calls
That stay the swift retreating pack;
And cowboy’s whoops, and squawking brawls,
To urge the straggling heifer back.

Autumn-time, thy scenes and shades
Are pleasing to the tasteful eye;
Though winter, when the thought pervades,
Creates an ague-shivering sigh.

Grey-bearded rime hangs on the morn,
And what’s to come too true declares;
The ice-drop hardens on the thorn,
And winter’s starving bed prepares.

No music’s heard the fields among;
Save where the hedge-chats chittering play,
And ploughman drawls his lonely song,
As cutting short the dreary day.

Now shatter’d shades let me attend,
Reflecting look on their decline,
Where pattering leaves confess their end,
In sighing flutterings hinting mine.

For every leaf, that twirls the breeze,
May useful hints and lessons give;
The falling leaves and fading trees
Will teach and caution us to live.

“Wandering clown,” they seem to say,
“In us your coming end review:
Like you we lived, but now decay;
The same sad fate approaches you.”

Beneath a yellow fading tree,
As red suns light thee, Autumn-morn,
In wildest rapture let me see
The sweets that most thy charms adorn.

O while my eye the landscape views,
What countless beauties are display’d;
What varied tints of nameless hues, —
Shades endless melting into shade.

A russet red the hazels gain,
As suited to their drear decline;
While maples brightest dress retain,
And in the gayest yellows shine.

The poplar tree hath lost its pride;
Its leaves in wan consumption pine;
They hoary turn on either side,
And life to every gale resign.

The stubborn oak, with haughty pride
Still in its lingering green, we view;
But vain the strength he shows is tried,
He tinges slow with sickly hue.

The proudest triumph art conceives,
Or beauties nature’s power can crown,
Grey-bearded time in shatters leaves;
Destruction’s trample treads them down.

Tis lovely now to turn one’s eye,
The changing face of heaven to mind;
How thin-spun clouds glide swiftly by,
While lurking storms slow move behind.

Now suns are clear, now clouds pervade,
Each moment chang’d, and chang’d again;
And first a light, and then a shade,
Swift glooms and brightens o’er the plain.

Poor pussy through the stubble flies,
In vain, o’erpowering foes to shun;
The lurking spaniel points the prize,
And pussy’s harmless race is run.

The crowing pheasant, in the brakes,
Betrays his lair with awkward squalls;
A certain aim the gunner takes,
He clumsy fluskers up, and falls.

But hide thee, muse, the woods among,
Nor stain thy artless, rural rhymes;
Go leave the murderer’s wiles unsung,
Nor mark the harden’d gunner’s crimes.

The fields all clear’d, the labouring mice
To sheltering hedge and wood patrole,
Where hips and haws for food suffice,
That chumbled lie about their hole.

The squirrel, bobbing from the eye,
Is busy now about his hoard,
And in old nest of crow or pye
His winter-store is oft explor’d.

The leaves forsake the willow grey,
And down the brook they whirl and wind;
So hopes and pleasures whirl away,
And leave old age and pain behind.

The thorns and briars, vermilion-hue,
Now full of hips and haws are seen;
If village-prophecies be true,
They prove that winter will be keen.

Hark! started are some lonely strains:
The robin-bird is urg’d to sing;
Of chilly evening he complains,
And dithering droops his ruffled wing.

Slow o’er the wood the puddock sails;
And mournful, as the storms arise,
His feeble note of sorrow wails
To the unpitying frowning skies.

More coldly blows the autumn-breeze;
Old winter grins a blast between;
The north-winds rise and strip the trees,
And desolation shuts the scene.

11:36 PM Sep 18 2010

howard lee
China

I can not agree with you more.

Autumn is so beautiful,the weather is so good,and all this will give us a good mood.

One the one hand,we can enjoy this beautiful landscape with our family as well as our friends.One the other hand,we can refine our taste and manners.

In my opinion,we,as humans,need not have a tired life,but we should always enjoy all the things that life bring to us.