写作小训练

刚才有感而发写了段小话。。。
The time that i thought has long gone is never faraway. I can smell the rage of the mob, mingled with the sob of those who are selected to be bashed in front of the crowd. In trance I see the very same bunch of people doing the very same thing three years ago...fourty years ago...a hundred years ago. I thought we were out of it. And I was wrong. After so many years, nothing has changed.