A Stroll Along the Park

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Description Ver.3- Grandmother

Grandmother

        Seldom can I recall the memories deeply deposited in my brain. Sometimes I even think that they are just missing for no reason or those memories were unconsciously deleted from my temporary area in brain. Consequently, only a few really unforgettable events and people close to me would root in my mind in my childhood. However, it’s certain that the one and only grandmother of mine is a striking image coming up right away when it comes to talking my childhood.

        My parents were busy working then, so during the period I was taken care of by my grandmother. Even though it’s a little bit blurred, I can still visualize the scene that every afternoon by the door she held me in her arms sitting on a wooden rocking chair. The shinning sun beam scattered perfectly on us, which made the temperature warm and cozy. Over the roof eave cotton-liked clouds floated slowly in the azure sky and breeze wept swiftly by our cheeks. At a suburb district, lying in a corner at the end of a dead end, beside a farm field, my grandparents’ house was surrounded by peace and natural fresh air. Everything seemed so perfect and my grandmother would start to tell her past happenings or small stories with great moral in her slightly hoarse but smooth voice. Through her shinny eyes wisdom glows；from her mild smile warmth spreads naturally；over her head lush but grey curly hair grew because of her sparing no efforts to support our family. I especially love her big and rough hands covered by wrinkles after doing numerous work. Her hands could wipe all the upset, and embrace all my mistakes by patting softly on my back. Last but not least, it’s said by Mom that I used to hold one of her earlobe with my fingers and not until I fell asleep would I let go. Although it’s strange to hear from now, I think it definitely gave me a sense of belonging and moreover shows our intimacy during that times.

    However, she suffered from a serious disease and passed away at last. I guess I was too young to understand the meaning of “death” and I don’t remember that if I felt grief at all as I was called to stand by my grandmother just about to sleep. She said she wanted to see me so I held her hand which was getting colder. Memory fades away in the passing of time, while I treasured those the most precious. Things my grandmother taught me and the affection she gave me will influence me for good. Years later if I review these happiness it will remind me of the one and only grandmother who I believe still looking after me now.


Grandmother & Me

 two of the old pictures 

Description Ver.2- Grandmother

Grandmother

        Seldom can I recall the memories deeply deposited in my brain. Sometimes I even think that they are just missing for no reason or those memories were unconsciously deleted from my temporary area in brain. Consequently, only a few really unforgettable events and people close to me would root in my mind in my childhood. However, it’s certain that the one and only grandmother of mine is a striking image coming up right away when it comes to talking my childhood.

        My parents were busy working then, so during the period I was taken care of by my grandmother. Even though it’s a little bit blurred, I can still visualize the scene that every afternoon by the door she held me in her arms sitting on a wooden rocking chair. The shinning sun beam scattered perfectly on us, which made the temperature warm and cozy. Over the roof eave cotton-liked clouds floated slowly in the azure sky and breeze wept swiftly by our cheeks. At a suburb district, lying in a corner at the end of a dead end, beside a farm field, my grandparents’ house was surrounded by peace and natural fresh air. Everything seemed so perfect and my grandmother would start to tell her past happenings or small stories with great moral in her slightly hoarse but smooth voice. Through her shinny eyes wisdom glows；From her mild smile warmth spreads naturally；Over her head lush but grey curly hair grew because of her sparing no efforts to support our family. I especially love her big and rough hands covering with wrinkles after doing numerous work. Her hands could wipe all the upset, and embrace all my mistakes by patting softly on my back. Last but not least, it’s said by Mom that I used to hold one of her earlobe with my fingers and not until I fell asleep would I let go. Although it’s strange to hear from now, I think it definitely gave me a sense of belonging and moreover shows our intimacy during that times.

    However, she suffered from a serious disease and passed away at last. I guess I was too young to understand the meaning of “death” and I don’t remember that if I felt grief at all as I was called to stand by my grandmother just about to sleep. She said she wanted to see me so I held her hand which was getting colder. Memory fades away in the passing of time, I treasured those the most precious. Things my grandmother taught me and the affection she gave me will influence me for good. Years later if I review these happiness it will remind me of the one and only grandmother who I believe still looking after me now.

Description Ver.1- Grandmother

Grandmother        
Seldom can I recall the memories deeply deposited in my brain. Sometimes I even think that they are just missing for no reason or those memories were unconsciously deleted from my temporary area in brain. Consequently, only a few really unforgettable events and people close to me would root in my mind in my childhood. However, it’s certain that the one and only grandmother of mine is a striking image coming up right away when it comes to talking my childhood.

        My parents were busy working then, so during the period I was taken care of by my grandmother. Even though it’s a little bit blurred, I can still visualize the scene that every afternoon by the door she held me in her arms sitting on a wooden rocking chair. The shinning sun beam scattered perfectly on us, which made the temperature warm and cozy. Over the roof eave cotton-liked clouds floated slowly in the azure sky and breeze wept swiftly by our cheeks. At a suburb district, lying in a corner at the end of a dead end, beside a farm field, my grandparents’ house was surrounded by peace and natural fresh air. Everything seemed so perfect and my grandmother would start to tell her past happenings or small stories with great moral in her slightly hoarse but smooth voice. Through her shinny eyes wisdom glows；From her mild smile warmth spreads naturally；Over her head lush but grey curly hair grew because of her sparing no efforts to support our family. I especially love her big and rough hands covering with wrinkles after doing numerous work. Her hands could wipe all the upset, and embrace all my mistakes by patting softly on my back. Last but not least, it’s said by Mom that I used to hold one of her earlobe with my fingers and not until I fell asleep would I let go. Although it’s strange to hear from now, I think it definitely gave me a sense of belonging and moreover shows our intimacy during that times.

    However, she suffered from a serious disease and passed away at last. I guess I was too young to understand the meaning of “death” and I don’t remember that if I felt grief at all as I was called to stand by my grandmother just about to sleep. She said she wanted to see me so I held her hand which was getting colder. Memory fades away in the passing of time, I treasured those the most precious. Things my grandmother taught me and the affection she gave me will influence me for good. 

Narration Ver.3- Freaky Friday

Freaky Friday

Usually I would say “thanks God it’s Friday!” but on this Friday, this overwhelming Friday, everything didn’t seem to work out. It was really a mess.

        Like a calm before a storm, such a normal morning as usual that I went to my volley ball class. We had a series of practicing and an intense friendly were was taking place. My team at last won and everyone was so ecstatic that most of us have improved our skills. After the exciting game I went back to the dormitory for taking a short nap and also got myself ready for the Chinese mid-term we were to have in the afternoon. Therefore, I set an alarm to wake me up. However, it must be an evil trick by some naughty elves out of nowhere that the alarm didn’t warned me about my falling in deep sleep. That is to say, the next time I opened my eyes was almost three p.m. I was shocked at the beginning but a second later I jumped out of my bed. With tears welled up in my eyes, I rushed at my highest speed to the classroom I should have attended ninety minutes ago. Although my Chinese teacher was confused about my being so late, she was so kind that I still got the chance to take the exam.

        Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop sobbing silently at the desk after seeing the test paper without having the answer in my mind and my brain was as blank as the paper. Because of my extreme nervousness and serious headache, my memories of the mid-term studying scattered into messy pieces and it seemed like no complete sentence could be formed through my panic brain. The time flew away mercilessly, though I struggled for an hour and a half, it ended up in vain. I handed over the paper hopelessly and left the classroom alone. Not until was I almost back to the dormitory that I finally remembered I had a date with my friends and I’m late for more than one hour. What’s worse, when I tried to make a phone call to say sorry, for some reasons, it crashed and couldn’t even power up at all. It was so devastating that I burst out crying right at the moment I reached the assembly spot.

It was a Friday filled with sorrow for being so powerless to uncontrolled situations and furthermore, an unexpected lesson for my carelessness of time management. In conclusion, sure it was not my day, but if I think on the other angle, it may be a sharp warning that I should keep an early hour and moreover always get myself ready for daily schedule.

http://logos.wikia.com/wiki/Freaky_Friday_(2003)

A good Disney Movie is called Freaky Friday xD

Narration Ver.2- Freaky Friday

Freaky Friday

Usually I would say “thanks God it’s Friday!” but on this Friday, this overwhelming Friday, everything didn’t seem to work out. It was really a mess.

        Like a calm before a storm, such a normal morning as usual that I went to my volley ball class. We had a series of practicing and an intense friendly were taken place. My team at last won and everyone was so ecstatic that most of us have improved our skills. After the exciting game I went back to the dormitory for taking a short nap and also get myself ready for the Chinese mid-term we were to have in the afternoon. Therefore, I set an alarm to wake me up. However, it must be an evil trick by some naughty elves out of nowhere that the alarm didn’t warned me about my falling in deep sleep. That is to say, the next time I opened my eyes was almost three p.m. I was shocked at the beginning but a second later I jumped out of my bed. With tears welled up in my eyes, I rushed at my highest speed to the classroom I should have attended ninety minutes ago. Although my Chinese teacher was confused about my being so late, she is so kind that I still got the chance to take the exam.

        Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop sobbing silently at the desk after seeing the test paper without having the answer in my mind and my brain was as blank as the paper. Because of my extreme nervousness and serious headache, my memories of the mid-term studying scattered into messy pieces and it seemed like no complete sentence could form through my panic brain. The time flew away mercilessly, though I struggled for an hour and a half, it ended up in vain. I handed over the paper hopelessly and left the classroom alone. Not until was I almost back to the dormitory that I finally remembered I had a date with my friends and I’m late for more than one hour. What’s worse, when I tried to make a phone call to say sorry, for some reasons, it crashed and couldn’t even power up at all. I was so devastating that I burst out crying right at the moment I reached the assembly spot.

It was a Friday filled with sorrow for being so powerless to uncontrolled situations and furthermore, an unexpected lesson for my carelessness of time management. In conclusion, sure it was not my day, but if I think on the other angle, it may be a sharp warning that I should keep an early hour and moreover always get myself ready for daily schedule.

Narration Ver.1- Freaky Friday

 Freaky Friday

Usually I would say “thanks God it’s Friday!” but on this Friday, this overwhelming Friday, everything didn’t seem to work out. It was really a mess.

        Like a calm before a storm, such a normal morning as usual that I went to my volley ball class. We had a series of practicing and an intense friendly were taken place. My team at last won and everyone was so ecstatic that most of us have improved our skills. After the exciting game I went back to the dormitory for taking a short nap and also get myself ready for the Chinese mid-term we were to have in the afternoon. Therefore, I set an alarm to wake me up. However, it must be an evil trick by some naughty elves out of nowhere that the alarm didn’t warned me about my falling in deep sleep. That is to say, the next time I opened my eyes was almost three p.m. I was shocked at the beginning but a second later I jumped out of my bed. With tears welled up in my eyes, I rush at my highest speed to the classroom I should have attended ninety minutes ago. Although my Chinese teacher was confused about my being so late, she is so kind that I still got the chance to take the exam.

        Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop sobbing silently at the desk after seeing the test paper without having the answer in my mind and my brain was as blank as the paper. Because of my extreme nervousness and serious headache, my memories of the mid-term studying scattered into messy pieces and it seemed like no complete sentence could form through my panic brain. The time flew away merciless, though I struggled for an hour and a half, it ended up in vain. I handed over the paper hopelessly and left the classroom alone. Not until was I almost back to the dormitory that I finally remembered I had a date with my friends and I’m late for more than one hour. What’s worse, when I tried to make a phone call to say sorry, for some reasons, it crashed and couldn’t even power up at all. I was so devastating that I burst out crying right at the moment I reached the assembly spot.

It was a Friday filled with sorrow for being so powerless to uncontrolled situations and furthermore, an unexpected lesson for my carelessness of time management.