The Two Roads (two roads)

John. Luo Sijin the night that 　 is a the New Year's Eve then, an old person stands before the window. He is looking at a sky sadly, looking at blue-black sky, in the lake of the sky that numerous star floats in clear calm like lily. He is visitting the area, resemble him without a few however so acedia, run quickly to exclusive terminus -- sepulchral person. In the journey that leads to life terminus, he had taken 60 post, of results cross estrangement compunction only however. Nowadays his health not beautiful, be spiritually barren, the heart is painful, the life of old age is uncomfortable. Young days appears in float like the dream it is before, he returns the hour that remembers that key, father takes him to the fork crossing of life, two roads place before him: One leads to halcyon, the place with gorgeous sunshine, beautiful fruit is completely over there, downy and melting singer echo is in sky; Another leads to a dark and abysmal burrow however, flow over there those who drip is not clear water, however venom, over there diabolical indulge in wilful persecution, serpent infestation. He is looking up at a sky, cry bitterly cry: “ , green, come back! Ah, father, the starting point that takes me to life afresh, I can choose another better way! ” but, his father along with is green, had left him. He sees dark midpoint chooses light by embezzle, those are the times that he wastes; He sees a star falls from the sky, disappeared, his indicative. Compunction, resemble a sharp sword, deep penetrate into his heart. He remembers the associate when those childhood, those set foot on the people of the journey of life together with him, nowadays is successful, valued getting a person. At the moment, they are enmeshed in the happiness of the New Year's Eve. The ding on cathedral tall tower is knocked noisy, this let him remember the love of hour parents, those inculcate, what those their happy place for him do is devotional. But he chose a wrong way. Shame and sadness make he not dare again the heaven that place of extravagant hopes father lives. His dim eye is full of tear, do all one can of his despair ground cries cry: “ come back, my parting years! Come back! ”Did not cross this his youth to come back really. A dream that because all all these just are night of the New Year's Eve,he makes just. He is young still, although had made a mistake really, still did not enter that dark burrow nevertheless, he still can choose that to lead to quiet the road with light. Wandering in life crossing, whether does waveringly choose the youth of bright road! Remember please, already died when days, your double foot is in when dimension difficult, dodder along stepping forward between dark hill, you exclaim bitterly: “ , be green! Come back! Ah, still give me my parting time! ” but, then everything is trashy! -- -- -- -- -- It Was New Year’s Night of 　 of 　 of John Ruskin of 　 of 　 of ― 　 The Two Roads. An Aged Man Was Standing At A Window. He Raised His Mournful Eyes Towards The Deep Blue Sky, where The Stars Were Floating Like White Lilies On The Surface Of A Clear Calm Lake. Then He Cast Them On The Earth, where Few More Hopeless People Than Himself Now Moved Towards Their Certain Goal---The Tomb. He Had Already Passed Sixty Of The Stages Leading To It, and He Had Brought From His Journey Nothing But Errors And Remorse. Now His Health Was Poor, his Mind Vacant, his Heart Sorrowful, and His Old Age Short Of Comforts. The Days Of His Youth Appeared Like Dreams Before Him, and He Recalled The Serious Moment When His Father Placed Him At The Entrance Of The Two Roads---One Leading To A Peaceful, sunny Place, covered With Flowers, fruits And Resounding With Soft, sweet Songs; The Other Leading To A Deep, dark Cave, which Was Endless, where Poison Flowed Instead Of Water And Where Devils And Poisonous Snakes Hissed And Crawled. He Looked Towards The Sky And Cried Painfully, “O Youth, return! O My Father, place Me Once More At The Entrance To Life, and I’ll Choose The Better Way! ”But Both His Father And The Days Of His Youth Had Passed Away. He Saw The Lights Flowing Away In The Darkness. These Were The Days Of His Wasted Life; He Saw A Star Fall Down From The Sky And Disappeared, and This Was The Symbol Of Himself. His Remorse, which Was Like A Sharp Arrow, struck Deeply Into His Heart. Then He Remembered His Friends In His Childhood, who Entered On Life Together With Him. But They Had Made Their Way To Success And Were Now Honoured And Happy On This New Year’s Night. The Clock In The High Church Tower Struck And The Sound Made Him Remember His Parents’Early Love For Him. They Had Taught Him And Prayed To God For His Good. But He Chose The Wrong Way. With Shame And Grief He Dared No Longer Look Towards That Heaven Where His Father Lived. His Darkened Eyes Were Full Of Tears, and With A Despairing Effort, he Burst Out A Cry: “Come Back, my Early Days! Come Back! ”And His Youth Did Return, for All This Was Only A Dream Which He Had On New Year’s Night. He Was Still Young Though His Faults Were Real; He Had Not Yet Entered The Deep, dark Cave, and He Was Still Free To Walk On The Road Which Leads To The Peaceful And Sunny Land. Those Who Still Linger On The Entrance Of Life, hesitating To Choose The Bright Road, remember That When Years Are Passed And Your Feet Stumble On The Dark Mountains, you Will Cry Bitterly, but In Vain: “O Youth, return! Oh Give Me Back My Early Days! ”
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