Hello everyone:
Don't forget to do your homework; there's a huge pile and the previous homework list is not updated, so I'm leaving it to you to total the homework given.
I'd just like to share this poem, written by John Clare(1793-1864), who was English and lived in Northamptonshire. His life is quite sad, really. Committed to a mental asylum. This poem is titled "I Am", and here it is.

I Am by John Clare

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
Okay, that's all.
-Rui Xuan
P.S Talentime's already over; don't think too much! 加油!101 and you all were great anyway!~