daddy long legs

Chapter 47

Dear Daddy Long Legs:
I am writing to you now from the second branch of a willow tree by the pond in the pasture.A frog was making noise under the tree, a cricket was singing in the tree, and two small insects were crawling up and down on the tree trunk.I've been here for an hour.I put two sofa cushions on the tree branch and they are very comfortable.I took my pen and exercise book and prepared to write an immortal short story.However, the heroine blew me away, she was so disobedient to my arrangements.I have to write to you without her for the time being. (Though that doesn't give me much consolation, since I can't make you do my bidding either.)
If you're still living in dreadful New York City, I hope to send you the lovely, airy, sunny weather here.After a week of rain, the country was heavenly.

Speaking of heaven—do you remember Mr. Carol I talked about last year? —he is the pastor of the little church in Cornas.Now the poor old man had died last winter - pneumonia took his life.I have heard him preach a total of 6 times and am familiar with his theological views.He believes that time begins and ends.I think that a person like him who has been firm in his beliefs for 47 years is fully qualified to be kept in the cabinet as a "strange person".I wish he had a harp in his arms and a crown of gold on his head—he must have it all already.The present pastor is a haughty young man who is making the congregation flustered.It seems that the church may undergo frightening changes, because people here don't like any reformation.

During the rainy week, I sat in the attic and read Stevenson's works eagerly.He's funnier than any of the characters in the book, and I dare say he'd be an incredibly fascinating hero if he included himself in the book.He used the 1 dollars left by his father to buy a boat and traveled around Southeast Asia. Do you think it's great that he did this?He lives by adventure.If my dad left me $1, I would do the same.I'm going out and seeing strange and beautiful places, I'm going to travel the world.Maybe one day I'll go—I'm really going.Uncle, when I become a great writer, or any other great man, I will travel.Whenever I see a map, I grab my hat, take my umbrella, and run away.I want to see the palm trees and temples of Nanyang in my lifetime.

8/10

(End of this chapter)