下载How many people help you out in life? Whether they are the small trivial tasks of daily life or big life changing decisions, there are always those special people by our side helping us get by in this thing called life. Too hard to count? That’s a good sign because that just goes to show that you are extremely loved.
Love Accompanies Me Through Life
I am consistently accompanied by love, so my story naturally comes down to the mixture of various kinds of love, which can be described as follows: Love from my family where I feel warm and secure — like the port to the sailor; love from my friends and teachers — like the enchantment of fragrant wine; love from girlfriend — like the rainbows after the rainstorm.
I feel fortunate to be brought into this world, so I’ll cherish each day here. I was born in a remote and backward village, where all the locals led a poor life. They all dreamed that one day their offsprings would be able to say goodbye to big mountains and settle down in big cities. In order to relieve poverty, a great majority of farmers swarm to big cities to look for their fortunes. A poor life as we live, my family were in harmony. I still remember clearly Mum used to prepare three meals a day, though the ingredients were very simple, no salad, no tomato juice etc, the food tasted delicious. As a tailor, my father would contrive new clothes for my little brother and me before the approach of New Year. In our eyes, father is the backbone of the whole family, which is sustained by his low earnings. No one could imagine how hard it would be for my father to afford our tuitions.
As I grew up, at the happy age of 6, I was fond of playing all kinds of games, such as hide-and-seek. In my innocent heart, the period of my childhood was the happiest time of my life. At the age of 13, I entered junior middle school. In my memory, one time I got an acute gastric disease. After Mum learned the fact, she carried me, hurrying to catch the bus to the hospital in town. What was worse, it began to rain heavily. I was on Mum’s back, holding an umbrella in hand. The only sound I could hear was the rain striking the umbrella. Seeing the sweat, mixed with rain, gathering on Mum’s forehead and then falling to the ground, my eyes got blurred. Suddenly, Mum slipped to the ground, we both fell. I was in the hospital for more than a month, during which period, Mum was always beside me.
As time went by, I went to senior middle school with a heavy heart. Given the financial conditions, my family was able to afford one child’s schooling. So one night, father called in all the family members to discuss who would be selected to receive further education. Then, there was a furious internal conflict within my heart:
On the one hand, I was reluctant to yield the chance. On the other hand, I should leave the opportunity to my brother as an elder. I guessed he felt the same dilemma, as we were unwilling to say our minds first, silence continued. The whole family sank into total embarrassment. Finally, my brother told me in private that he decided to leave the opportunity to me, and then he left with a contrived smile. Even now, when I think of it, I still feel guilty. After undergoing such an experience, I felt more burdened and troubled by the thought continuously that I would fail to live up to their expectations. At the critical moment, my teachers and classmates come to my aid. It was their encouragement that pulled me back from nervous breakdown. With a grateful heart, I studied even harder. I always stayed up late studying. The result was that I found it hard to concentrate in class; felt exhausted and uttered yawns time and time again. At the sight of it, my teacher got worried.
One day, my headmaster sent for me then held a sincere and earnest talk with me, which restored my confidence, after that, I always headed the list in exams. As for me, this is a new form of love.
However, no one could foresee what would happen. On the morning of national college entrance examination, my stomachache recurred, which almost drove me crazy. Receiving my phonecall, my cousin, who was also my English teacher, reached me hurriedly with medicine and soothed me. I stood there, motionless, with a sore nose, feeling a swell of emotion within my eyes.
In 2002, I reached my nineteenth year and was so thrilled when I received the admission notice. Since then, I began my colorful college life. When I entered the university, I felt like coming into a paradise, it was wholly a new garden to me. I got along well with my classmates, as they all found me compatible. I often stayed up late into night chatting with my roommates or reading novels; I was active in participating various activities to boost my capability. For example, I took part in our school’s English Association and soon became the vice-president. I owe great thanks to the association, where I’ve improved my English and met my girlfriend. I thought to myself — maybe it was destiny that has brought us together. She is a quick-tempered but patient girl, as well as a mind-reader. When I am faced with obstacles and on the verge of giving up, her figure would enter my mind, telling me to go on if success is to be achieved. Apart from this aspect, she is a considerate and ingenious girl. The most impressive and touching thing was that — she knitted a pair of gloves for me at the end of last term, when all the students were occupied with preparing the final exams. (My hands are inclined to be frozen in hard winters). When at the thought of this scene, my eyes will be moist. Sometimes, when she is not in a good mood, she tends to be angry with me, but once I fix my eyes on her emotionally, she melted. Frankly speaking, it was her inherent temperament. I’d like to share the ups and downs in my life with my girlfriend, as I find enjoyment and comfort in the happiness of romantic love.
In retrospect, my story is somewhat like a series, while each experience is like an episode composed of various kinds of love. Love is my life, so is my story. |
