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 * Lionel Ding**

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Sinking in mysterious silver moonshine,

Staring at the hometown sleeping dormantly under such a blue sky,

I realize this day is bound to come.

Now,

it is time to say goodbye, my childhood. ​ .................... ....................

Turn back,

Face the magical moon,

I promise that i will protect you guys forever.

No matter what happens,

No matter how hopeless,

Just trust me that i am always your Evangeline. **

** Here are several essays i have written in this year Do not think too hard, just enjoy them. **
** By Lionel. Ding **
 * 1.Boundless Solitude **


 * // “Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world.”  //**

For thousands of years, mankind has used numerous ways to keep the freezing loneliness away. Despite the fancy name “Social Being” which is used to define ourselves, people still fail to find confidants and the fear towards unknown is not dispelled. It is apparent that comparing to this extensive universe, human being looks really tiny as well as hopeless actually. This idea is well reflected in the novel **//__ Of Mice and Men __//**, written by John Steinbeck. He shows how lonely people live in this capricious reality by describing several characters in his novel. Although a large scale of hopeful words such as dreams, goals and even determinations are created to make the world luminous, chilly solitude still belongs to us just like boundless darkness descends after a sunny day. \

Instead of entering the bar enjoying the bear or chatting like others on the branch, the Africa American Crooks can only lie on his tiny bed alone swearing unfairness of different skin colors. This is huge contrast between cheerful laughs from the town and the stagnant air in his quiet capsule. He is a nice guy, but racism cuts a quite big gap between him and the rest of the world, even George tells Lennie to stay away from him. Expect piles of books, he has no friends to communicate with. Crooks once utter angrily complains “They play cards in there, but I can't play because I’m black” (68) Due to long term of living alone, his temper is more likely a sort of weird thereby joking with Lennie that George would never come back again. However, Lennie’s intense reaction not only scares but also astonishes his heart. The unshakable friendship between those two guys reflects, like a mirror, how lonely he lives, just like a withered pine helplessly swaying alone in grey barren grassland. Obviously, he has suffered too much due to black skin and virtually lost all those basic rights. Almost every white guy in this world could say “No” to him, thus the first sentences jumping out of his month are “You got no right to come in my room. This here's my room. Nobody got any right in here but me.’(68), which reveals there is a kind of strong demand inside his soul to become completely equal like others such as simply confidently refusing. Still, the world has frustrated or hurts Crooks too much, he even doesn't believe in dreams. After hearing about the “Rabbit Dream”, Crooks laughs at that they are too naive, “Nobody gets to heaven, and nobody gets no lands.”(74), highlighting American dreams are inaccessible especially for the poor class. Undoubtedly, dream smashing plus lack of friends and living with no rights take away all shining parts of Crooks’ life. A solitary character is created in such an unfair society. However, this phenomenon is extremely common in those Africa Americans, Crooks is just one of thousands of the discrimination victims.
 * // “A guy needs somebody-to be near him, a guy goes nuts if he ain’t got nobody” (72)  //**
 * // -Crooks  //**
 * // “You can talk to people, but I can’t talk to nobody but Curly.”(87)  //**

She even has real no names, the only one readers could call is Curly’s wife. In fact, it is this name that kills this poor nice lady. As it is widely accepted her husband Curly always worries that she would fall in love with other guys, thereby forcing her to stay at home all days. Yet, it sounds pretty monotones and lonely to do that because as the only one female on the ranch, there would be nobody else visiting her to cook, laugh, and even chat. Planting in this kind of prison all days around could drive anyone crazy, demands for freedom and fresh air lead the behavior of secretly escaping to the ranch However, Curly’s selfishness almost scared every one there, so that nobody dares to help her. “I don’t like Curly. He ain’t a nice fella.” (89) In fact, she gets furious about Curly every time looking for her around the ranch, showing no trust at all. Moreover, solitude sometimes could be defined as lack of audiences. Keeping the shinning dream becoming a famous actress inside makes her hardly have something in common with Curly, who is nobody except a low-educated cow boy. Eventually, she regards Lennie as her confidant. Years of loneliness is relieved as each letter, which is stored in her heart for a long time, pass by her lips. Even though Lennie is mental handicapped, but at least unlike the rest of guys, he could sit down quietly listening to her. A life, thirsty for audiences, is clearly drawn at this episode. It seems like her death is just an accident because of Lennie’s huge strength. In fact, Curly’s wife is bound to collapse due to solitude. Even if Lennie doesn’t kill her, Curly’s inhumane orders would also torture her both mentally and physically. Possibly, only death could liberate her solitude and then reprovide the freedom flying among fantasies as well as chances showing up on the resplendent stage.
 * // -Curly’s wife’s Death  //**

As human being makes all kinds of efforts to approach closer to dreams for decades and decades, it is gradually perceived that we are merely a celestial footnote. Solitude submerges people like the cold ocean, starting from foot tips then slowly to hair. Unbearable pressure corrodes, suffocates and crushes us. Maybe it is a kind of irony for George and Lennie to repeat “the rabbits and lands” over and over again, because people hardly have courage to face their goals and see them though after some big accidents. Curly’s wife and Crooks are just examples among those chasing dreams but finally lose themselves due to this capricious world. John Steinbeck compares mankind to mice to express how feeble we are confronting the world which is too terrible to look at but too powerful to resist. It “Gang aft agley and Leave us naught but grief and pain” Undeniably, it is a kind of implication that we were born to belong to loneliness when George plays the porker game called “Solitaire”, which is one person’s game, by himself in the beginning of the novel.
 * // “For the rabbits”(105)  //**

2.Illusion of Dorm Life The funny dorm life never appeals to me. I have always regarded dormitories as something that you occasionally look through the dusky dilapidated campus windows, or some places you are shocked by piles of stinky socks. Most of my friends live in the home, yet they often go into raptures as the mere mention of luminous dorm lives. Though they tremendously extol its virtues as well as magic, only one of them and I have gone to boarding schools and he was back within several months. To my great surprise, when we are discussing the life in campus, he still lives under the illusions that dorm life is somehow superior to living at home. He hardly stops talking about those friendly generous roommates, the unforgettable shinning smiles from profound souls, the cheerful exciting chorus waiting for dawns, and the gentle pace of living. Nothing in this world is able to be compared, he insists, with the first guy who rushes out of bed to occupy the bathroom at six o’clock, the delighted laughs ringing around, the rising sun glinting on the red violin on another roommate’s bed, a completely fresh day comes. However, this idyllic scene is only one part of the entire picture. He forgets to mention the freezing and friendless winter nights when each corner in that tiny capsule is covered by thick ice, poor selections of entertainments that only contains basketball and tedious computer games. He says nothing about the sudden annoying noise which erupts from crazy musician neighbors at mid nights, or those unfortunate people who have to tolerate others aromatic clothes that have not been washed for two months. How people are prepared to survive under such an awful condition is beyond my ken. They could be saved so much misery if they choose to live at home where they rightly belong. If few pleasures of dorm life never interest you, you will find living at home could provide the best that life can offer. You do not need to travel miles back to your hometown in order to see parents as well as friends. They are invariably live in the same city and are always available for an informal chat. For some reasons, universities are usually far from the downtown, some of my acquaintances come up to town once or twice half a year to visit the theatre as a special treat. For them, this may be a major operation which involves considerable planning. As the play draws to its close, after being shocked by the visual impact by the IMAX, they wonder whether they would catch the last light rail back. Those living outside the campus never experience this sort of anxieties. Instead, the latest show, films are only a short bus ride away. Sleeping, too, is a pleasure. With a piece of soft music on, you can keep lying on the bed as long as you want. Sometimes, it is really a kind of personal mental enjoyment to stare the bloody sunset kissing the horizon, pine trees swaying in salty breeze. In the dorm, you never have such chances to devote free time in these breathtaking views because your talkative roommate never stops humming, even may force you to listen to his long tedious story. Numerous believe that there is something comfortable about the warm glow shed by the table lamp on the cold winter nights especially staying at home alone, holding a novel, sinking in the dramatic engaging plot. Few things could be more impressive than this peace descending on your soul. It has been a mystery to me why classmates, who have strong passions to these above, obstinately pretend they would prefer to live in dorms.

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