這是今天英文課寫作文的題目,
一開始覺得這是啥毀怎麼寫得出東西來!!?
可是一寫就停不下來了呢:-)))
把我的故事跟大家分享喔~
The Truth
He tied off his boat and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed.
This is his journey to discoverig the truth.
His father had often told him stories about it. They used to day dream, to imagine all the tresures they would find. On his father’s thirtieth birthday he had set off as the tradition of his family. As a boy he had waited and waited, he would storm to the door at the faintest footstep on the doorway; he would wake up dreaming his father had returned and run to his parents’ bedroom, only to find his mother weeping quietly, staring at his father’s pictures.
So here he was, determined to find out what his ancestors from generations and generaions were so eager to discover. He was determined to end all the sufferings they brought upon their beloved ones who were being left behind. and he would, for his poor mother who had been waiting for his father till her last breath.
He looked up, and all he could see were rocks as tall as the sky itself. He had been climbing for the whole morning--it was midday and the sun was burning his neck--but still he didn’t make much of a progress. His arms and legs were sore, and his neck ached from gazing upward. But how could he give up? His mother’s final words to him was, “Find him for me, will you?”
And so he bit his tongue and get on with his climbing, ignoring the sweat trickling down his forehead and into his eyes; ignoring the wounds the sharp rocks have cut on his hands and feet; ignoring the burning sun above him.
As the sun set in late afternoon, his body was trembling with exhaution, his eyelids fighting to close up, but he gave it a push and finished climbing the straight cliffs.
He curled up right on the spot, still panting.
The journey kept on for another few days, and he began to find joy in it after he had gotten used to the exhaution. On his first morning he had woken up to see the most beautiful sunrise in his life. And he hadn’t even realize he had fallen asleep on an enormous patch of wild flowers. He knelt and picked one up. It was a lovely thing with three small white petals and green leaves with delicate, complex dark patterns. He picked a handful and scattered them in the wind. Those were for his mother. He prayed to her silently and went on.
The cliff part ended, so it was much easier to climb.There were small bushes that he could hid during midday when the sun was hottest or curled up to sleep during the nights when the wing was strongest.
He was coming to the end of his journey after a full week’s hard working. The swirl of cloud was only a few meters away.
He was nervous. He was afraid. And he was excited.
He stepped into the cloud and immediately found himself surrounded by dark shadows. They were closing up on him.
“The new king of the lake…” they whispered in their hushed voice, and dragged him with them. That was when he saw the lake,glittering eerily with purple light. Thick lilac mist hung over the still water.
He was yelling frantically as the shadows dragged him into the ice cold water. Their grips so firm and strong.
Chairs. Rows of chairs sat at the bottom of the lake. In them were corpes long dead.
Then he saw him. His father. Trapped in a chair. Dead and gone. He was so angry, he tried to free himself, but the shadows grabbed him.
They slit his throat before he could yelp and seated him in an empty chair beside his father.
“Long live the king…” they said in their hushed voices.
The boy’s soul would be forever trapped underthe waters, until the next person comes to take his place.
When he died he heard a familiar voice, “Thank you, my son.”
個人自認寫了篇還不錯的妖魔鬼怪故事:-D
大家認為雲的後面有什麼呢?
