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I remember a number of days with extremely dense fogs,in which i could not see my hand held out in front of my face. On one of these occasions,i went out to the garden gate of my house,to put out empty milk bottles for the milkman to collect next morning,After groping my way to the gate,i put the empty milk bottles on the pavement outside,then stood silently for a few moments in the cold,deserted,soundless road.In order to enjoy this strange atmosphere to the full,I took a few steps into the centre of the road and lay down full length on the ground.When I had appreciated the situation to the full, I got up and walked back towards my garedn gate. But where was it ? I could not find the gate; I could not find my garden; I could not find my own house, my own front door! The fog hid everything, even the light of the street lamps.

I began to feel cold and frightened. I groped my way along a wall. I was moving blindly. Suddenly the wall stopped. I had come to an opening. Perhaps it was my own gate. I entered cautiously, and found myself on a garden path. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had found my way home after all! I cautiously climbed the stone steps to the front door, but found it shut and locked. It must have shut and locked itself while I was lying in the middle of the road, I thought. I decided to go to the house of a friend who lived only two doors away. He always stayed up late and would let me sleep in his house. I went to the gate and then got down on my hands and knees and started crawling cautiously along beside the wall. I was suddenly stopped by a very bright light and a loud voice,”What do you think you’re doing?” It belonged to a big policeman shining a bright torch on my face.

I tried my best to explain my situation to him and told him that the number of my house was 175. But he told me that there was no number 175 in that street. It turned out that I was in a street two blocks away from where I lived. No wonder I had found the front door locked!

我记得有天非常密集的雾，在我看不到我的手举行当着我的面的数目。在这些场合之一，我去我家花园门口，把为送牛奶的空奶瓶收集摸索后，第二天早上，我门的方法，我把外面的人行道空奶瓶，
当时主张在寒冷荒凉，一会儿静静地，无声road.In为了享受这种奇异的气氛中充分前，我曾在路中心的几步，躺在ground.When我全长能把情况充分，我站起来，走到门口对我garedn回来。但是，在是什么呢？我找不到门，我可以
找不到我的花园里，我找不到我自己的房子，我自己的大门！雾藏一切，甚至路灯的光。
我开始感到寒冷和恐惧。余沿墙壁摸索着我的方式。我是盲目移动。突然，墙壁停止。我来到开幕。也许是我自己的大门。我走进谨慎，并发现自己的花园路。我呼吸松了一口气。我找到了，毕竟回家的路！俺小心爬上石阶到前门，却发现它关闭并上锁。
它必须关闭，并锁定自己当我在躺在路中间，我想。我决定去一个朋友的房子谁住只有两个门了。他始终都呆到很晚，并让我睡在他的房子。我到门口，然后让我的双手和膝盖爬下来，开始谨慎地沿着旁边的墙上。我突然
拦住一个非常明亮的灯光和声音，“你以为你在干什么？”它属于一个大警察照着我的脸，明亮的火炬。
我尽力解释我的情况，他告诉他，我的门牌号码是175。但他告诉我，没有在这门牌号175。原来，我在街上两个街区远从我住的。难怪我发现大门锁上了！

我记得数天,以极致密雾中,我看不到我的手抱在我脸。在这些场合,我去了花园的门,把我的房子空出来的牛奶瓶,送去收集后第二天早上,我摸索着门,我把这个空瓶子在人行道上的牛奶,然后静静地站在外面一会儿在寒冷的、无人居住,无声的道路为了享受这种奇怪的氛围,我走了几步到马路中央,躺在地上全长…当我赞赏的情况,我起身走回去,我garedn大门。但在哪里?我找不到你的门,我找不到我的花园,我找不到自己的房子,我的大门!雾藏的一切,甚至光的路灯。 　　 　　我开始感到寒冷和害怕。我沿着墙摸索著我。我在移动盲目。突然,墙上停了下来。我已经打开。也许那是我自己的大门。我走进谨慎,发现自己在一个花园小径。我松了一口气。我已经找到了回家的路上!我小心翼翼地爬上了石头台阶到门口,却发现它关闭,锁上了。它必须关闭,当我躺在自己锁在路中央,我想。我决定去看房子的一个朋友住只有两门。他总是熬夜,会让我睡在自己家里。我走到门口,然后跪在地上爬行的谨慎,开始沿着墙旁边。我突然停在一个非常明亮的灯光,大声喊著说:“你以为你在干什么?”那是一个很大的警察一颗明亮的火炬在我的脸上。 　　 　　我尽我所能解释我的情况,并告诉他,他的房子是我175。但是他告诉我,没有数在这条街上。175磅,原来我是在大街上两个街区离我住的地方。难怪我发现大门门锁上了!