It has been 3 months since I come to United States. Everything surrounds me is new but friendly. Although much busier, I find myself a way to live with joy and satisfaction here. The most important part of my life here is walking around the lake. It is an amazing masterpiece of the nature, graceful swans, peaceful stone walk, and the maples, which are my favorite.
From September and the first half of October, they are turning golden. I met new friends and became a member of the tiger family. The new life was not hard, the adaption moves favorably. Most often, I would take a walk around the lake after dinner by myself. It was quiet, giving me a time when I can think with pleasure. Then I started to walk with my friends. In spite of my insufficient ability in English, talking was not a tough job for me, I learnt every day. Talking with friends, sharing opinions or experience made the walk more meaningful to me.
Even though I am an atheist, I think that sometimes maples, or nature, guiding people’s destiny with their changes. In the late summer and early November, the maples were catching red. Those have been a remarkable period. Life was warm as the maples, filled to the brim happiness. It was a season of sunshine, marching into and starting my every day. The maples were breathless, not only because its invincible beauty, but also of the walking people. They taught me to appreciate life.
Then they began to fall. If they could really guide people’s destiny, they could make it both happy and miserable. The surroundings began to fall, no longer was the sunshine pretty and warm, without the maples, it became licentious and hurt. Although life must continue and I made it, I found myself become vulnerable and over thoughtful. Also did I found myself so weak that I could be completely beaten by the miserable thoughts sometimes and even made my cheeks wet. Today one of my best friends left here and everybody knew he was not coming back. When everyone’s eyes were turning red, I tried to control myself, but eventually I failed when I was back to my room alone.
Sometimes we just couldn’t stop something bad from happening. However, it does not mean to make our own lives worse. Every happy feast has an end. To too many people and things in our lives, we are just passengers. Although they are sometimes wonderful, the unchanged result is that we will separate and never get together again. Instead of cease to see them because of the fear of being apart, I would rather try not to miss and work hard to enjoy and cherish the very moments. What does man thinking mean to us? In my opinion, the man thinking is learning from life, working with life and making it better.
Beauty as they are, to be on the path. Let the reddish happiness stay. This is the philosophy of maples.
From September and the first half of October, they are turning golden. I met new friends and became a member of the tiger family. The new life was not hard, the adaption moves favorably. Most often, I would take a walk around the lake after dinner by myself. It was quiet, giving me a time when I can think with pleasure. Then I started to walk with my friends. In spite of my insufficient ability in English, talking was not a tough job for me, I learnt every day. Talking with friends, sharing opinions or experience made the walk more meaningful to me.
Even though I am an atheist, I think that sometimes maples, or nature, guiding people’s destiny with their changes. In the late summer and early November, the maples were catching red. Those have been a remarkable period. Life was warm as the maples, filled to the brim happiness. It was a season of sunshine, marching into and starting my every day. The maples were breathless, not only because its invincible beauty, but also of the walking people. They taught me to appreciate life.
Then they began to fall. If they could really guide people’s destiny, they could make it both happy and miserable. The surroundings began to fall, no longer was the sunshine pretty and warm, without the maples, it became licentious and hurt. Although life must continue and I made it, I found myself become vulnerable and over thoughtful. Also did I found myself so weak that I could be completely beaten by the miserable thoughts sometimes and even made my cheeks wet. Today one of my best friends left here and everybody knew he was not coming back. When everyone’s eyes were turning red, I tried to control myself, but eventually I failed when I was back to my room alone.
Sometimes we just couldn’t stop something bad from happening. However, it does not mean to make our own lives worse. Every happy feast has an end. To too many people and things in our lives, we are just passengers. Although they are sometimes wonderful, the unchanged result is that we will separate and never get together again. Instead of cease to see them because of the fear of being apart, I would rather try not to miss and work hard to enjoy and cherish the very moments. What does man thinking mean to us? In my opinion, the man thinking is learning from life, working with life and making it better.
Beauty as they are, to be on the path. Let the reddish happiness stay. This is the philosophy of maples.
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