About junior high school English: Napoleon to Joseph
I received your letter, my lovely lover. This fills my heart with joy ... I have been very sad since I left you. My only happiness is around you. I can't stop thinking about your kisses, your tears and your sweet jealousy. The charm of my charming Josephine lit a blazing fire in my heart. When can I spend every minute by your side, do nothing but love you, and think nothing but tell you and prove to you that I love you?
I loved you some time ago; Since then, I think I love you a thousand times. I admire you more and more every day since I met you. This proves how wrong La Bruyere said that "love is all of a sudden". Let me see some of your shortcomings. Less beautiful, less elegant, less gentle, less beautiful. But don't be jealous and don't shed tears. Your tears fascinate me ... they make my blood boil. Please believe me, for me, there is not an idea that is not yours, and there is not a hobby that does not follow your will. This is completely impossible. Have a good rest. Restore your health. Come back to me, then in any case, before we die, we should be able to say, "How many happy days we had!" " Millions of kisses, even your dog.
Junior high school English composition: Why am I born?
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my longing for love, my pursuit of knowledge and unbearable pity for human suffering. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy-ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed the rest of my life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought love, next, because I believe in loneliness-that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the end of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought love, next, because in the union of love I have seen the mystic miniature of the heaven imagined by saints and poets. This is what I sought, and although it seems too good for life, this is what I finally found.
I seek knowledge with the same enthusiasm. I hope to understand the human mind. I want to know why the stars shine. I have tried to understand the Pythagorean power, which makes numbers override changes. I have done this, but not much.
Love and knowledge, whenever possible, will lead us to heaven. But pity always brings me back to reality. Echoes of cries of pain echoed in my heart. Hungry children, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people regarded by their sons as annoying burdens, and the loneliness, poverty and pain of the whole world are all a mockery of human life. I long to alleviate evil, but I can't, and I am suffering.
This is my life. I found it worth living, and I would like to live it again if I were given another chance.
Junior high school English composition: Why am I born?
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my longing for love, my pursuit of knowledge and unbearable pity for human suffering. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy-ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed the rest of my life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought love, next, because I believe in loneliness-that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the end of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought love, next, because in the union of love I have seen the mystic miniature of the heaven imagined by saints and poets. This is what I sought, and although it seems too good for life, this is what I finally found.
I seek knowledge with the same enthusiasm. I hope to understand the human mind. I want to know why the stars shine. I have tried to understand the Pythagorean power, which makes numbers override changes. I have done this, but not much.
Love and knowledge, whenever possible, will lead us to heaven. But pity always brings me back to reality. Echoes of cries of pain echoed in my heart. Hungry children, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people regarded by their sons as annoying burdens, and the loneliness, poverty and pain of the whole world are all a mockery of human life. I long to alleviate evil, but I can't, and I am suffering.
This is my life. I found it worth living, and I would like to live it again if I were given another chance.