I just had my hair cut for a while.
Overwhelmingly positive feedback from my friends even my tutors.
I was thinking...
How about just do this subject?
I am not a kinda sexy hot girls.
I am thin and short than others and that makes me always look like a kid who never grow up and old.
By the way, I just received a sign in the book that indicates imitation is suicide.
So I'm gonna fall in the little fairy world.
The late 19th century English poet Nora Chesson summarized pixie mythology fairly well in a poem entitled The Pixies.[19] She gathered all the speculations and myths into verse:
- Have e’er you seen the Pixies, the fold not blest or banned?
- They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land,
- They make the green grass greener where’er their footsteps fall,
- The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call.
- They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass,
- The maids are kissed a-milking, and no one hears them pass.
- They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals,
- They seek out human lovers to win them souls.
- The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear,
- They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year;
- Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by
- The Pixies, they who change not, grow old or die.
- The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away,
- And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday,
- To-day has crimson foxglove.
- If purple hose-in-hose withered last night
- To-morrow will have its rose.
