Every night when I sleep, there is always one thing accompany me. Its touch is very special for me, so I can easily tell which one is it from a pile of quilts even though they seem quite the same.
It is my bedquilt. I have three of them. My mom bought them for me in America when I was only two years old. That is to say they have accompanied me for over ten years! Because they are blemished, their prices are relatively low. My bedquilts are light yellow. Even though they are said to be flawed, I cannot find any defect on them. I love to touch them again and again, for they are too comfortable.They are also fit for every season. They can make me feel cool in the Summer and warm me up in the Winter. I think they are so multifunctional.
Like some girls have their lovely dolls when they were young, and even until now, those dolls still beside their owners. My bedquilts just like those dolls. They have companioned with me since I was a little kid, and I admit that I can no longer imagine the day without them. I will carry them with me to anywhere I go like dormitory or even abroad.
They are my best companion, and I will cherish them forever.
2014-12-25
2014-12-24
Everyone Pays the Price
﹝Summary﹞
It's about a story between the writer and her boyfriend, Martin. The writer came from a happy family. Her parents were still married and drug-free. She should have had a normal life instead of having a relationship with Martin, who came from a broken family and was a gang member. He committed crimes and dealt drugs. He had been sent to jail for many times. At first, she was attracted by Martin's bad-boy image and his carefree way of life. In no time, She became a gang member and used drugs all day and all night with him. She lost so many things included her family and her friends. However, jail sentence made him angrier and closer to his gang. At the end, she started to be sensible of what she had done and what kind of person she had become before. She enforce herself to move back to the right track. She had gotten sober, started college, and returned home. Even though the nightmare still existed, she still prayed
that Martin could trade his gun for she.
﹝Reaction﹞
Love makes everyone blind. You cannot differentiate what is good or what is harm to you. Like the writer in the story. Although she came from a complete family, she still fell in love with Martin, who's background was so complicated. She just attracted by his appearance and could not tell whether his doings is legal or not. The only thing that she could do is to obey.
As far as the writer are concerned, we may think that she is really foolish.
Having faced with so many tough and risky time with him, and why doesn't she choose to leave. Why she still chooses to stay with him and ravage her life? However, we are not the writer. We even don't know how she view with her boyfriend. Maybe she thinks that he will finally back to the right track someday.
We cannot make decision for anyone, for everyone has their own choices.
It's about a story between the writer and her boyfriend, Martin. The writer came from a happy family. Her parents were still married and drug-free. She should have had a normal life instead of having a relationship with Martin, who came from a broken family and was a gang member. He committed crimes and dealt drugs. He had been sent to jail for many times. At first, she was attracted by Martin's bad-boy image and his carefree way of life. In no time, She became a gang member and used drugs all day and all night with him. She lost so many things included her family and her friends. However, jail sentence made him angrier and closer to his gang. At the end, she started to be sensible of what she had done and what kind of person she had become before. She enforce herself to move back to the right track. She had gotten sober, started college, and returned home. Even though the nightmare still existed, she still prayed
that Martin could trade his gun for she.
﹝Reaction﹞
Love makes everyone blind. You cannot differentiate what is good or what is harm to you. Like the writer in the story. Although she came from a complete family, she still fell in love with Martin, who's background was so complicated. She just attracted by his appearance and could not tell whether his doings is legal or not. The only thing that she could do is to obey.
As far as the writer are concerned, we may think that she is really foolish.
Having faced with so many tough and risky time with him, and why doesn't she choose to leave. Why she still chooses to stay with him and ravage her life? However, we are not the writer. We even don't know how she view with her boyfriend. Maybe she thinks that he will finally back to the right track someday.
We cannot make decision for anyone, for everyone has their own choices.
2014-12-21
My Little Boy ( Free Writing )
My family has four members, but we added another one when I was first grade in junior high school. He came so abruptly that I was so surprised and excited. He was so small and so lovely that I cannot help touching him. We made a "grand residence" for him , therefore he could rest and play in it.
He is a cute little hamster, my dear little boy. We called him Shushu(鼠鼠). Mom took him home some day and all of us except my father love him so much. Because that was our first time to keep such a tiny animal, we truly took god care of him. We let him live cozily instead of putting him into a narrow cage. We never fed him fodder but some healthy food like fruits and vegetables. Sometimes we even gave him some deserts such as chocolate and cookies. We treated him like our baby. Mom always bathed him carefully. She used advanced "Sebamed" to bath him instead of any kinds of soaps. Our bodies became his sports field. He would run through our whole bodies again and again. Sometimes he would even pee directly on our clothes. When he was tired, he would take a nap in our hands.
He had successfully escaped from his home twice. We had no idea how he made it. I would take a look at him routinely every morning when I get up. I clearly remember that time when I called his name nothing responded me. I thought maybe he was still sleeping. Therefore, I called his name again. But there was still no any answer. I was overwhelmed by horror. I kept praying that he was just resting in his house so he could not hear my voice. I examined his house nervously.To my startle, he was gone. He was gone !!! And where could I find him? Unfortunately, our house is so big that he could hide in any place. What if he ran into a small hole that we could not reach ? He would starve if no one fed him. I could not imagine the outcome anymore. I was afraid that I could not see him any longer. He was my flesh and blood!!! Suddenly, I glanced a little shadow moved behind the refrigerator, I was quite excited. "I found him!" I carefully extended my hand and stealthily approached him."Got it!" He finally came back. Both my mom and my brother were glad about that.
Shushu had accompanied us for three years. He came to join us when I was first grade in junior high school and left us when I just graduated from it. I could clearly remember that day when he was going to die. He uttered a painful sound and moved so slowly. I was the only person beside him. Seeing that scene, I felt really frustrated. "Please don't leave me! My dear babe. How could I do to relieve your pain? You had already been my part of life. Just like my hands and my body that I could not live without." However,to my disappointment, he became more weak. Gradually, he could not move anymore. I held him in the hand. Before long, he slept forever. I could not believe it. Shushu was gone. He had left us for good. No longer would he come back. I sorrowed over my beloved little boy's death. I just kept wailing and wailing......and wailing...
My heart was so hurt........
He is a cute little hamster, my dear little boy. We called him Shushu(鼠鼠). Mom took him home some day and all of us except my father love him so much. Because that was our first time to keep such a tiny animal, we truly took god care of him. We let him live cozily instead of putting him into a narrow cage. We never fed him fodder but some healthy food like fruits and vegetables. Sometimes we even gave him some deserts such as chocolate and cookies. We treated him like our baby. Mom always bathed him carefully. She used advanced "Sebamed" to bath him instead of any kinds of soaps. Our bodies became his sports field. He would run through our whole bodies again and again. Sometimes he would even pee directly on our clothes. When he was tired, he would take a nap in our hands.
He had successfully escaped from his home twice. We had no idea how he made it. I would take a look at him routinely every morning when I get up. I clearly remember that time when I called his name nothing responded me. I thought maybe he was still sleeping. Therefore, I called his name again. But there was still no any answer. I was overwhelmed by horror. I kept praying that he was just resting in his house so he could not hear my voice. I examined his house nervously.To my startle, he was gone. He was gone !!! And where could I find him? Unfortunately, our house is so big that he could hide in any place. What if he ran into a small hole that we could not reach ? He would starve if no one fed him. I could not imagine the outcome anymore. I was afraid that I could not see him any longer. He was my flesh and blood!!! Suddenly, I glanced a little shadow moved behind the refrigerator, I was quite excited. "I found him!" I carefully extended my hand and stealthily approached him."Got it!" He finally came back. Both my mom and my brother were glad about that.
Shushu had accompanied us for three years. He came to join us when I was first grade in junior high school and left us when I just graduated from it. I could clearly remember that day when he was going to die. He uttered a painful sound and moved so slowly. I was the only person beside him. Seeing that scene, I felt really frustrated. "Please don't leave me! My dear babe. How could I do to relieve your pain? You had already been my part of life. Just like my hands and my body that I could not live without." However,to my disappointment, he became more weak. Gradually, he could not move anymore. I held him in the hand. Before long, he slept forever. I could not believe it. Shushu was gone. He had left us for good. No longer would he come back. I sorrowed over my beloved little boy's death. I just kept wailing and wailing......and wailing...
My heart was so hurt........
2014-12-01
Terrible Memory ( Narration )
When I was six years old, I rode a bicycle with my brother in our community in one afternoon. We found that there were other children riding bikes at the same time and at the same place with us. However, we argued with each other for whatever reason that I could not recall. Everything I could remember is I was going to chase someone with my bicycle at that time. As I was ready to turn right, I failed to notice that the ground was so wet and my speed was so fast that it was too late for me to brake my bicycle. I fell down unfortunately.
Maybe I was too startled to feel any pain on my body. When I tried to get up from the ground, I saw a terribly hurt wound on my right thigh.Suddenly, I felt very cold and could not utter any word. I was too scared. Mom was at home at that time.When my brother knew what happened to me, he quickly ran back home and told my mom everything.
Mom rushed to me and sent me to a clinic in no time. She kept consoling me on the way to the clinic. There were also a lot of people who were then witnessed the accident around me. They were very warm-hearted. They assisted my mom to take care of me. I got stitches ultimately. The process was badly tough and endless for me. Even though I was anesthetized and would not have any feeling during the operation, the stitch which was then using to stitch the cut on my right thigh by the doctor was definitely scare me. It was really a terrible memory that I cannot forget forever.
Maybe I was too startled to feel any pain on my body. When I tried to get up from the ground, I saw a terribly hurt wound on my right thigh.Suddenly, I felt very cold and could not utter any word. I was too scared. Mom was at home at that time.When my brother knew what happened to me, he quickly ran back home and told my mom everything.
Mom rushed to me and sent me to a clinic in no time. She kept consoling me on the way to the clinic. There were also a lot of people who were then witnessed the accident around me. They were very warm-hearted. They assisted my mom to take care of me. I got stitches ultimately. The process was badly tough and endless for me. Even though I was anesthetized and would not have any feeling during the operation, the stitch which was then using to stitch the cut on my right thigh by the doctor was definitely scare me. It was really a terrible memory that I cannot forget forever.
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