院子里的一棵树
- To live, to struggle,to be in love with life-in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.
The one tree in Francie’s yard was neither a pine nor a hemlock. It had pointed leaves which grew along green switches which radiated from the bough and made a tree which looked like a lot of opened green umbrellas. Some people called it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements dist.
-- A tree grows in Brooklyn
As the idiom says a year’s plan starts with spring, this applies to both me and my family in this year. Before leaving home for work, I walked downon the street that afternoon with my high school friends. Breathing the chilling air, everything in my eyes is vague and distant. For the so many years ever since I graduated, strictly speaking, I was a stranger to my hometown. For the once or twice times going back each year, it’s always in such a rush, leaving no time to take a careful look. But something profound in my head has changed, for the overlook in the past coming and going, it’s both deliberately and unconsciously, at that time, my mind is in far away east where I thought my dream rooted. I was wrong.
From the phone call, I heard from my mom that a good lucky day is especially drew to tear down the houses and stated to build the new one. Both tearing down and rebuilding is a huge work. Yet I was really glad to hear the news as they finally made the decision to do it. I told my moms that don’t worry about and don’t be too hasty, just take the time and pave the way piece by piece. All the difficulties will be only temporary so long as you’re determined. So does all the issues going on with me.
The difficulties to find a suitable and promising job in my hometown are in my anticipation, including the stress, the sleepless with time consumed in the countless polishing resume, the frustration with no good news heard from, the anxieties while waiting for the feedback. Although 3 years ago, I talked to myself that the least thing I want to experience is job hunting, it is just so suffering. Yet, the point came for me to make a decision and make another leap back at hometown, for I’ve had enough of the drifting times outside, the loneliness and helpless moments confronted, the sophisticated fighting between people, and all the cold-shoulders and sharp words. In addition, the other brutal truth is that how the previous diligent, vigorous and vital person had been wore down to be a sluggish and idle me now.
When I was little, I was thinking about going out and thought how ridiculous it could be that I would ever lose mind to go back. Like Napoleon used one simple sentence to conclude his splendid life that” I see, I saw, I conquered”. Of course, I was far beyond the level to say this, but it is the same feeling. The hometown, it is expecting you to give more faith that the renaissance for her is yet to come. For yourself, indeed you can tell it’s only here that give you the richest sense of existence you care.
I remembered at one afternoon during my childhood, while playing in the courtyard with my little sister, I discovered a little sprouting inside the cracks of the hard brick concrete ground. I cleared the stones suppressed and surround, water it and build a small fence instead. I noticed I had already grown to be a flourishing tree now. Every time back at home, looking at this big tree, I always imagine mine’s grow-up path would be like it. Tough days it is, I know I will endure eventually and time will tell that I can be the one I want to be. This going back way could be lonely, helpless and depressing, with no one aside really supportive or caring, yet I have all the courage and determination to start all this.
With all the blessings and cheers.
The one tree in Francie’s yard was neither a pine nor a hemlock. It had pointed leaves which grew along green switches which radiated from the bough and made a tree which looked like a lot of opened green umbrellas. Some people called it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements dist.
-- A tree grows in Brooklyn
As the idiom says a year’s plan starts with spring, this applies to both me and my family in this year. Before leaving home for work, I walked downon the street that afternoon with my high school friends. Breathing the chilling air, everything in my eyes is vague and distant. For the so many years ever since I graduated, strictly speaking, I was a stranger to my hometown. For the once or twice times going back each year, it’s always in such a rush, leaving no time to take a careful look. But something profound in my head has changed, for the overlook in the past coming and going, it’s both deliberately and unconsciously, at that time, my mind is in far away east where I thought my dream rooted. I was wrong.
From the phone call, I heard from my mom that a good lucky day is especially drew to tear down the houses and stated to build the new one. Both tearing down and rebuilding is a huge work. Yet I was really glad to hear the news as they finally made the decision to do it. I told my moms that don’t worry about and don’t be too hasty, just take the time and pave the way piece by piece. All the difficulties will be only temporary so long as you’re determined. So does all the issues going on with me.
The difficulties to find a suitable and promising job in my hometown are in my anticipation, including the stress, the sleepless with time consumed in the countless polishing resume, the frustration with no good news heard from, the anxieties while waiting for the feedback. Although 3 years ago, I talked to myself that the least thing I want to experience is job hunting, it is just so suffering. Yet, the point came for me to make a decision and make another leap back at hometown, for I’ve had enough of the drifting times outside, the loneliness and helpless moments confronted, the sophisticated fighting between people, and all the cold-shoulders and sharp words. In addition, the other brutal truth is that how the previous diligent, vigorous and vital person had been wore down to be a sluggish and idle me now.
When I was little, I was thinking about going out and thought how ridiculous it could be that I would ever lose mind to go back. Like Napoleon used one simple sentence to conclude his splendid life that” I see, I saw, I conquered”. Of course, I was far beyond the level to say this, but it is the same feeling. The hometown, it is expecting you to give more faith that the renaissance for her is yet to come. For yourself, indeed you can tell it’s only here that give you the richest sense of existence you care.
I remembered at one afternoon during my childhood, while playing in the courtyard with my little sister, I discovered a little sprouting inside the cracks of the hard brick concrete ground. I cleared the stones suppressed and surround, water it and build a small fence instead. I noticed I had already grown to be a flourishing tree now. Every time back at home, looking at this big tree, I always imagine mine’s grow-up path would be like it. Tough days it is, I know I will endure eventually and time will tell that I can be the one I want to be. This going back way could be lonely, helpless and depressing, with no one aside really supportive or caring, yet I have all the courage and determination to start all this.
With all the blessings and cheers.
