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A new day has come
Having gone through about 20 years in my own life, today I feel a lot.
I still remembered that when I was a little girl, I had a very happy life in my grandparents’ in the rural areas. During the 7years I spent in there, I gained love and perhaps very basic things in life like to behave myself, to be honest, to show your love to others, to have curiosity to the world, to have the will to learn knowledge and so on. I loved my grandparents very much. Every night, we had a very early supper. After it ,grandparents 、my sister and I were used to getting together to chat .I really loved the moments, as my grandpa was a very rich man in thoughts, he always told us so many stories .I was really very happy to live with them. However, so many years had gone by, but I still clearly remembered the situation in which I stared at them both happily and grandpa sang songs with the rhythm by knocking the table himself. Today I really wane go back to the days I spent in there. I missed you so much!
How time flies! It’s the high time that I should go to school. I was 7 in that year. He led me to my own home in a small town. I saw my mum, and she prepared a wonderful meal for welcoming my return to the new home. I was so glad to see my mum again and very proud of the big and beautifully decorated house of my own. I was very happy, but the feeling just lasted for a moment. I knew that he would go back to his own home and live with my grandma in that poor family forever. I was upset, and I didn’t want to leave him. Till mum said that I had to go to school and we would go to see them latter on that I felt better. It’s a president of a school and I that went to the primary school together on the first day of my school life, perhaps you may think it was unimaginable, but this was the truth, believe it or not.
Obviously, I was a good student. My first teacher in school was Miss YU. She teaches me Chinese. I studied very well on her class, she always gave me rewards. And once she even led me to the hill just behind my school to pitch the mushrooms, which I remembered so clearly. Today I missed Miss Yu very often, and what she impressed me most was the warmth as my mum’s she gave to me and her red fingers with ink usually, beside these, because she was a little fat and like to sit for a long time, the waves in her trousers that behind her knees was very obvious. This may be a joke of her, for always giving an illusion to us that the trousers didn’t fit her, may be they were too short for her?
Everyday students went back homes through my house located just by the ground. So when my teachers were appeared to the eyes of my mum, she always come up to say hellos or chat with them, naturally they must talk about my study. Perhaps I was beyond in math from the most upsetting. One day, Miss Ma said to my mum that how stupid I was when she called me to do a math problem on the blackboard. After that, every night when my mum had finished doing her housework, she began to teach me math from counting numbers. She kept company with me ,we counted the steps right under our feet from the lowest floor to the fourth floor which is the top floor, and then we counted from upstairs to downstairs .We repeated like this for several times in the evenings.
When I tried to write a composition firstly, my mum was very severe to my work. I remembered that she requested me to rewrite it for nearly 8 times. Mum always asked me in return that did you really measure the bridge? If not, how could you say that the bridge you had seen had a length of 6000 meters? Every time, my mum could always find some unreasonable points in it .Finally, I was angry with her, I really didn’t want to correct it any more. I cried loudly. In the end, mum had to let me to hand it in.
In a whole, actually, I had a wonderful childhood. The major parts of my lovely memories now were related to those days.
Actually, I wasn’t brave enough. Even I didn’t know what I feared of at times. My mum always said to others that :“This youngest daughter of mine is really dare less, and she even fears of a small died ant.”
I really didn’t know why I always feared of something. Perhaps I lacked of a sense of safety, so I always only believed in myself. I couldn’t trust other people easily. In my life, I was always persisted in that relying on myself, listening to my own heart and pursuing the realization of my own value were what truly more important than any other thing in the world.
If I didn’t count by a mistake, till today I had gone through 8 years of fear. This was a shortage of mine, today when I went back to the old days, I found that this namely my being unable to live in the present moment just because of fear was the source of my poor state in currency.
There were countless nights and days, I was weeping by myself alone. I wasn’t used to telling others my sufferings. I preferred to handle them by my own.
When I was a teenager, I was very rebellious. Today looking back on those days, I guessed that my mum really got hurt and stocked in the question how to teach me to listen to her to be a good kid. Mum, please forgive me. I was really so sorry.
During the passed 8 years, without question, I was really a bad girl who once was a good girl. It was my being unable to live in the present moment that resulted in my total failure.
Sometimes, I hated myself so much, and I felt that I was really awful! How could I have this physiological state and why did I get a habit like this and from when？How did I do ? I cried for so many times, for the lost 8 years. And because of this shortage, without question that I had mastered the neurotic art of spending my 8 years time worrying about a variety of things-------all at once. I allowed past problems and future postponed my gratification, my stated priorities, and my happiness, often convincing myself that “someday” will be better than today.
Having gone through about 20 years in my own life, today I feel a lot.
I still remembered that when I was a little girl, I had a very happy life in my grandparents’ in the rural areas. During the 7years I spent in there, I gained love and perhaps very basic things in life like to behave myself, to be honest, to show your love to others, to have curiosity to the world, to have the will to learn knowledge and so on. I loved my grandparents very much. Every night, we had a very early supper. After it ,grandparents 、my sister and I were used to getting together to chat .I really loved the moments, as my grandpa was a very rich man in thoughts, he always told us so many stories .I was really very happy to live with them. However, so many years had gone by, but I still clearly remembered the situation in which I stared at them both happily and grandpa sang songs with the rhythm by knocking the table himself. Today I really wane go back to the days I spent in there. I missed you so much!
How time flies! It’s the high time that I should go to school. I was 7 in that year. He led me to my own home in a small town. I saw my mum, and she prepared a wonderful meal for welcoming my return to the new home. I was so glad to see my mum again and very proud of the big and beautifully decorated house of my own. I was very happy, but the feeling just lasted for a moment. I knew that he would go back to his own home and live with my grandma in that poor family forever. I was upset, and I didn’t want to leave him. Till mum said that I had to go to school and we would go to see them latter on that I felt better. It’s a president of a school and I that went to the primary school together on the first day of my school life, perhaps you may think it was unimaginable, but this was the truth, believe it or not.
Obviously, I was a good student. My first teacher in school was Miss YU. She teaches me Chinese. I studied very well on her class, she always gave me rewards. And once she even led me to the hill just behind my school to pitch the mushrooms, which I remembered so clearly. Today I missed Miss Yu very often, and what she impressed me most was the warmth as my mum’s she gave to me and her red fingers with ink usually, beside these, because she was a little fat and like to sit for a long time, the waves in her trousers that behind her knees was very obvious. This may be a joke of her, for always giving an illusion to us that the trousers didn’t fit her, may be they were too short for her?
Everyday students went back homes through my house located just by the ground. So when my teachers were appeared to the eyes of my mum, she always come up to say hellos or chat with them, naturally they must talk about my study. Perhaps I was beyond in math from the most upsetting. One day, Miss Ma said to my mum that how stupid I was when she called me to do a math problem on the blackboard. After that, every night when my mum had finished doing her housework, she began to teach me math from counting numbers. She kept company with me ,we counted the steps right under our feet from the lowest floor to the fourth floor which is the top floor, and then we counted from upstairs to downstairs .We repeated like this for several times in the evenings.
When I tried to write a composition firstly, my mum was very severe to my work. I remembered that she requested me to rewrite it for nearly 8 times. Mum always asked me in return that did you really measure the bridge? If not, how could you say that the bridge you had seen had a length of 6000 meters? Every time, my mum could always find some unreasonable points in it .Finally, I was angry with her, I really didn’t want to correct it any more. I cried loudly. In the end, mum had to let me to hand it in.
In a whole, actually, I had a wonderful childhood. The major parts of my lovely memories now were related to those days.
Actually, I wasn’t brave enough. Even I didn’t know what I feared of at times. My mum always said to others that :“This youngest daughter of mine is really dare less, and she even fears of a small died ant.”
I really didn’t know why I always feared of something. Perhaps I lacked of a sense of safety, so I always only believed in myself. I couldn’t trust other people easily. In my life, I was always persisted in that relying on myself, listening to my own heart and pursuing the realization of my own value were what truly more important than any other thing in the world.
If I didn’t count by a mistake, till today I had gone through 8 years of fear. This was a shortage of mine, today when I went back to the old days, I found that this namely my being unable to live in the present moment just because of fear was the source of my poor state in currency.
There were countless nights and days, I was weeping by myself alone. I wasn’t used to telling others my sufferings. I preferred to handle them by my own.
When I was a teenager, I was very rebellious. Today looking back on those days, I guessed that my mum really got hurt and stocked in the question how to teach me to listen to her to be a good kid. Mum, please forgive me. I was really so sorry.
During the passed 8 years, without question, I was really a bad girl who once was a good girl. It was my being unable to live in the present moment that resulted in my total failure.
Sometimes, I hated myself so much, and I felt that I was really awful! How could I have this physiological state and why did I get a habit like this and from when？How did I do ? I cried for so many times, for the lost 8 years. And because of this shortage, without question that I had mastered the neurotic art of spending my 8 years time worrying about a variety of things-------all at once. I allowed past problems and future postponed my gratification, my stated priorities, and my happiness, often convincing myself that “someday” will be better than today.
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