And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
Don__ read books!Don__ chant poems!When you read books your eyeballs wither awayleaving the bare sockets.When you chant poems your heart leaks out slowlywith each word.People say reading books is enjoyable.People say chanting poems is fun.But if your lips constantly make a soundlike an insect chirping in autumn,you will only turn into a haggard old man.And even if you don__ turn into a haggard old man,it__ annoying for others to have to hear you.It__ so much betterto close your eyes, sit in your study,lower the curtains, sweep the floor,burn incense.It__ beautiful to listen to the wind,listen to the rain,take a walk when you feel energetic,and when you__e tired go to sleep.
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Don__ read books!Don__ chant poems!When you read books your eyeballs wither awayleaving the bare sockets.When you chant poems your heart leaks out slowlywith each word.People say reading books is enjoyable.People say chanting poems is fun.But if your lips constantly make a soundlike an insect chirping in autumn,you will only turn into a haggard old man.And even if you don__ turn into a haggard old man,it__ annoying for others to have to hear you.It__ so much betterto close your eyes, sit in your study,lower the curtains, sweep the floor,burn incense.It__ beautiful to listen to the wind,listen to the rain,take a walk when you feel energetic,and when you__e tired go to sleep.
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