Sunday, March 14, 2021


 

          三月份是母亲和外祖母的三周年祭,虽然时间紧迫,还是停下了脚步。美国的疫情明显好转,然而很多人失去了亲人,有时短时间内好几位,我可以想见他们生活的困境。不止美国,各地都有。希望我的哀思能够分担他们的忧伤。        

          外祖母和母亲的共同点是无私,对社会如此,对家人也是一样。外祖母年轻时经历了战争年代,心胸很开阔。母亲年轻时致力于为他人奉献,老年仍乐此不疲。我去年写过外祖母的育儿理念,今年就写写母亲。

          母亲是我的第一个英语老师,为了我能够努力学习,还请了其他同学跟我一起学习。我记得跟小伙伴一起玩耍的快乐,也记得成绩落在小伙伴之后的尴尬。最怕母亲说,“咱们聊聊。”母亲轻声细语的讲道理常常让我只好低头认错,再努力。当然有时我从一个孩童的角度并不同意母亲的教导,母亲也会耐心地听我反驳矫正自己的信息反馈。我知道母亲在学生中的威信,听说过学生们一听张校长来了,马上好好表现。我也知道母亲为了管理学生读了很多心理书籍,做行政的同时也并没有放下教学。

          我成年后母亲的身体状况并不好,我与母亲仅有的一次争吵让我体会到她的脆弱,对她心生怜爱。但是母亲却仍然身体力行为后代立榜样。我之前提到王立礼老师把我带进了环保的大门,母亲也是很热情地支持王老师的提议。有一天跟母亲步行到居住小区外新建的观鱼池,几条刚放养的金鱼活泼泼地在池里游走。一个十几岁的小男孩突然伸手开始抓鱼。母亲疾步上前阻止,并训斥了他。我有些担心母亲,也对她油然而生敬爱。

          当我看着又生绿意的山峦、雪野上成群的麋鹿时感到更多的是希望:希望来年更好,希望灾难性极寒天气不再来访,希望我没有让外祖母和母亲失望。借用一位朋友的话:如果有不如意那只是暂时的,一切最终都会好的。

          This March marked the third anniversary since my mother and grandmother passed away. I still decided to pause to memorialize them when I was pressed so much by time. The pandemic in the U.S. had eased. Yet so many people in the U.S. and around the world had lost their loved ones, sometimes several ones at short intervals. I hope my memory of mother and grandmother could help them somehow, even just a little when their lives were turned upside down.

          Mother and grandmother were both selfless, dedicated to the wellbeing of the society and family. Grandmother experienced wars when she was young and thus had a huge heart. Mother was devoted to working for others when she was young and never changed her heart on that in elderly years. Since I wrote about grandmother’s educational motto last year, I would like to record mother’s this year. 

          Mother was my first English teacher. She invited my friends to learn English with me in her extracurricular class. I still remember vividly the joy playing with my friends as well as the embarrassment I felt lagging behind them in the English class. I dreaded the most to hear mother say, “Let’s talk.” Mother’s soft spoken voice laying out my problems often forced me to acknowledge her point and work harder. Sometimes I would argue with her from a child’s perspective. Mother was always patient to listen to me and corrected accordingly her information about me and feedback on my situations. I learned about mother’s reputation among students. Students would begin to behave when they knew the vice principal Madam Zhang was around. I knew mother read many adolescent psychology books for her administrative work while kept her teaching.        

          In my adulthood, mother’s health had always been poor. The only quarrel between us gave me the opportunity to understand her vulnerability and feel for her. But mother had never failed to be my role model. I mentioned earlier Professor Lili Wang introduced me to environmental protection cause which mother echoed strong support for. I remember the day when I walked with mother to a newly built fish pond outside our residential neighborhood. A few gold fish were briskly swimming in the pond. Suddenly a teenage boy began to grab the fish. Mother rushed to stop him and lectured him the importance of environmental protection. I was a little worried about mother but felt tremendous respect for her.  

          In this early spring, a new layer of greenness began to cover the mountains and many elks ate hay comfortably over the snowy hills. I felt more hopes for the coming year than ever. I also hoped the disastrous freeze would never visit again and mother and grandmother were smiling on my efforts after their models. As a friend said, “All’s well that ends well. If it is not well, it is not the end.”





Sunday, February 14, 2021

 


冬日暖阳

两天前我开着车从Yakima Canyon回来,金黄色的夕阳照在我的脸上,车里温暖明亮。我忍不住侧头看着太阳对它微笑,回转头轻轻搭在它的手背上:那里是所有生命的来源。

The Warm Sun on a Winter Afternoon

I drove back from Yakima Canyon in the golden setting sun two days ago. It was warm and bright inside. I could not help turning my head to smile to the sun. Then I sat my head on its hand of rays, thinking: really, the sun is the origin of all life.  

Thursday, January 14, 2021

 公民社会

又到了一月一记的时间。不过几天前读到现在盼着2022年的到来,不禁笑了起来。是呀,坏消息接连不断,总是跟死亡有关,而且似乎死亡近在身边。这也不假。疫情,暴力,自然灾害,战争,不一而足。因着这些死亡因子,善举和更广意义上的公民社会时时提醒着我们什么才是生存之道。助人助己吧,社会学讲。

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Civil Society

          It is time for another monthly post in memory. I could not help laughing several days ago when I read the arrival of the year 2022 should speed up. Yes, there are endless bad news on the shadow of death threatening everyone: Covid, violence, natural disasters, wars, and so on. Because of these causes of death, kindness in assistance to others and civil society in a broad sense remind us what is supposed to be the way of survival. The reason is simple, help is mutual according to sociology.

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Monday, December 14, 2020

 



最后一课

当读到2020年是魔幻的一年时,不禁会心微笑。但是我还是要继续做好事做好人,欠这个世界的。这个博客提到了很多我的榜样。还有很多陌生人也是暗夜里的光亮,比如Randy Pausch。我2007年看到他《最后一课》的录像后,不知向多少人推荐过。这是录像的链接cmu.edu/randyslecture/ 。他去世前关于有效利用时间的录像也值得关注。

The Last Lecture

I could not help smiling in agreement when I read the comment on the year of 2020 unfolding as an apocalyptic sign. But I will continue to do good things and be a good person because I owe the world that with all the role models I mentioned in this blog. There are many strangers such as Randy Pausch who are also light in the darkness. I have recommended his "Last Lecture" to so many people after I watched it for the first time in 2007. Here is the link cmu.edu/randyslecture/ Another video by him on how to manage time before he passed away is also thought provoking. 

Saturday, November 14, 2020


 肉垫里的荆棘

冬天来临,树叶落尽,寒风袭来。很多的人都在企盼2021年的到来,我想是对新生的向往之情吧。2020年像黑色幽默,令人避之不及。其实这一年快乐有时来的突然,而且原因简单:就像一段段唾手可得的生死交情,小狗肉垫里荆棘剔除后在金色秋天里的欢实,一顿简单的聚餐,一首舒缓的乐曲。当新的一年到来时,我们会有那么多的记忆,沉甸甸,但是丰富,充满美好。

Thorn in Paw

The winter of 2020 came with chilly wind and falling leaves. Many around the world already looked forward to the year of 2021, hoping for a new start maybe. Everyone wished to skip 2020 like a black humor. Yet as the year of 2020 unfolded, happiness often hit us suddenly for very simple reasons: life death devotions, a puppy running briskly on a golden fall afternoon after a thorn in his paw was carefully taken away, a shared meal, and a slow melody. When the new year of 2021 arrives, we will have many heavy memories which are rich and filled with beauty. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

 



White and Green
It was such a joy to see from above the white beddings the green world outside of the white window frame covered by white curtains. Birds sang and walked on the window sill. They could not help looking inside. The return of the nature after the wildfire and smoke was a pleasant surprise. Seasons change according to the the natural law, or yingyang. Human dignity and connections, and social rules demonstrate themselves fully where humans meet the nature. 


Monday, September 14, 2020


 

Little Floral Kitty’s Search for Home

          I live indoors most of the time now. I like to watch birds playing on trees, cables, and I like to hear their crisp chirps in the morning. I bounce around, wishing I could jump away to catch them. I like my fish, meat, and dry food. I would remind Mama of my wet food after I recovered from diabetes from time to time. Mama often reminds me of my work out with that dancing red light. All in all, my life is happy.

          Recently, Mama is amazed by my ability to recognize the grey mouse among my big pile of staffed toys. Maybe she is too old to remember I was two-months old when I met with her and fell in love with her. I mean, she is old, not according to my standard, but her type’s. OK, let me tell my story of my childhood’s wandering around.

          My real mother, Cat Mama had three children. My Mama now calls me “Floral Kitty” for the pattern of my fur. I have a sister with all black fur. I do not remember my brother’s look.

          When Mama saw my sister, she cuddled her for a long time. But I was fine with that, talking and snuggling close to a big group of runners. Only then did Mama notice me. My sister and brother had found home already. I wanted one, too. Late October in Kentucky was cold already.

          Mama fell in love with my cuteness, and of course the most beautiful kitty face in the world as well. Then Mama brought me to her car. When I sat on Mama’s lap and got ready to go home, my heart was pounding.

          The countryside in Kentucky was beautiful and sunny. The fall was dancing the last dance on trees at the end of October. I was a little worried about Cat Mama. I would not see her any more. I would not be able to have her milk any more. I would have to lick my own hair. Bye-bye, Cat Mama. I would always remember our home made of soft dry hay in the stable. The hay smelled sweet. I was frightened by those big, terrible mice, but I got used to their taste. I was also keen to catch little mice.

          Those little mice were so silly. They looked timid once caught, then they would try to run away when released. I pounced on them again and they would try to run away. I had so much fun playing with them! 

          I loved birds, too. But they were smarter than little mice, so I am still a little upset.

          Mama, do you understand now? I knew what mice were! I will try to recall other things and tell their stories. I am old, too! Meww…

 

 

小花流浪记

          我现在的生活大多在室内。我喜欢看清晨的鸟儿在树枝、电缆上跳跃,听它们清亮的鸣叫。虽然我也跟着它们腾挪,可它们太远了。我也喜欢我的鱼、肉罐头和干粮。自从糖尿病好了以后时时会提醒妈妈吃湿粮。妈妈会经常跟我玩锻炼游戏,捕捉红色光影。总之,还好啦。

          最近妈妈对我能在一堆布玩具中认出小灰鼠让她吃惊讶不已。也许是她老糊涂了,按照妈妈族的标准吆,都不记得我们初相遇时我已经两个月大了。哎,那好吧。讲讲相遇前的生活吧。也蛮久之前的事了。

          我的母亲猫妈妈养育了我们兄妹三个。我现在的妈妈叫我小花,因为我长得像小花狸猫。我有个姐姐,全黑的。我都不记得哥哥的样子了。

          妈妈一眼看到姐姐,亲亲抱抱。还好我不在乎啦,跟一大堆运动爱好者热络,妈妈这才注意到我。姐姐哥哥都有家了啦,我也好想有个家十月天要凉了。

          妈妈一下爱上了我的性格,我那张世界上最漂亮的小猫脸也起了作用,抱着我到她的车里,准备回家了。站在妈妈的腿上我的心扑扑跳。

          肯塔基的乡下好美好美吆。十月底更是秋天挂在枝头跳最后一支招牌舞的时候。我有点担心母亲,以后见不到啦。奶没得吃了,也不能趴在她身上睡觉了,以后也只好自己打理自己的毛了。再见,母亲。我会记得我们在马厩里的家的。柔软干爽的草窝,还有奶香。那一只只灰鼠好可怕吆,那麽大。可是我也慢慢习惯了。尝过它们,也试过捕捉小灰鼠。

          小灰鼠傻傻的,被我扑到后呆住,放开它,它就开跑。我再扑它,它再跑。乐死人了。

          小鸟也是好玩的,就是比小灰鼠机灵。所以我到现在也难以释怀。

          妈妈,你现在明白了吗?我见过小灰鼠的!啊,别的事我再慢慢想想,慢慢讲吧。我也老了耶!喵