An Hard Working Woman

I have had an hard working woman mother who is an model mother. Among our neighbors, my mother was honored who as a good example. In the twenty years of dwelling, she has seen our neighbors come and go. However, she has always been getting along well with our neighbors. When a neighbor is away on business, she will keep an eye on the house; When a neighbor’s child returned from school to find that the door had locked, she would ask the child to have lunch with us; When a neighbor short of money, hospitalized, or in any other difficulty, she would give him or her timely hand.

At home, she has performed her duty well both as a good wife and a good mother. As wife, she not only gave her timely comfort for my father, she also gave him a hand in the time of need when my father is in difficulty. Besides, she has alone shouldered to task our housework. For example, she went to shopping and cooked three meals; she did all the family washing; she has also cleaned our house. As mother, she has never neglected her children. She has attended to my sister’s needs and helped me at night with my lessons. However, my mother is in fact our tutor and supervisor.

My Heart

Whenever you feel lonely or sad,

Please whisper my name and speak to yourself:

He is missing me and place me on his heart.

Ballpoint Pen Visited an American Friend

My ballpoint pen cost me to meet my first an American friend who named Jerry. Since my family arrived in America 2004, I presented myself to Tilden high school to study. At that time, I couldn’t easily to make friends in school. During recess one day, I was looking wistfully at some boys playing catch and wondering if I could find the nerve to join them.
Suddenly, I felt someone pluck my pen from my pocket. This was a ballpoint pen with a picture of a panda on the side of it. I had brought with me since I left friends in my hometown, China. Whenever, I thought about my hometown and missed the friends I had left behind, I would take out the pen and look at the picture.
The boy who had taken the pen was running away, laughing. I ran after him, shouting. The teacher came up and asked me what the trouble was.
“He took my … my …” I stopped, because I didn’t know the English word for pen. In Chinese, we have the same word “bi” for pen, pencil, and brush. “He took my writing stick,” I finished lamely.
The boy who would taken the pen stood there and grinned, while the teacher looked puzzled.
“Joke took his ballpoint pen,” said a tall, freckled boy with curly brown hair. “I saw the whole thing.”
Teacher turned and frowned at Joke. “Is this true?”
“Aw, I was just teasing him a little,” said Joke, quickly handing the pen back to me. “He is always playing with it, so I got curious.”
I thanked the boy with the curly hair. “Don’t mind Joke,” he said. “He didn’t mean anything.”

“My name is Lin, Zhiqiang,” I introduced myself. Then I remembered that in America people said their family name last and their given name first.
“Zhiqiang is my last name,” I told him. “Except that in America my last name is really my first name and my first name is my last name. So I am Lin, Zhiqiang in China and Zhiqiang Lin in America.”
The boy looked confused. Soon after, the bell just rang. “I am Jerry K. Williams,” he said quickly. “See you around.”
I began to feel a little less lonely. After that, I have been able to make friends easily in school. Whenever, I have met some one who is new, I haven’t nervous to join others. I have never forgotten that day and it will brand into my memory forever. However, thank you for the ballpoint pen.

Nostalgic Childhood

Nostalgic Childhood

Have you ever been farming? My name is Zhi Qiang Lin who was born in a city of Taishan, China. I was live in a poor fishing village between Southchina Sea and mountain, the village’s people called me-“Qiang”. Of course, you can also call me by my English name, Wilson. I was studying in the Jiangmen University of Guangdong Province, China. I like my hometown where I had been living.As a farmer’s son, I have had a group of friends: buffaloes, chickens, ducks, etc. I took our buffalo outside every morning. Domestic animals living very close to the jungle often preserved their natural instincts. Most of the time our animals felt rather than saw danger and often warned us of the presence of enemies. On one morning, when I wanted to take a buffalo outside, the sky above our hamlet was clear, but the atmosphere became very heavy. The buffalo stopped in the shed. Soon after, I looked around. Chickens and ducks run into the hide. In the ponds, fish of all sizes jumped frantically as caught in a net. Our watchdog crawled under a bed and whined. I with my village’s people quickly opened the door of the shed and let the buffalo out. We ran to the bomb shelter, and the dog followed us. About three minutes later, a powerful earthquake shook the whole area.
Soon afterward, the houses and the shed had demolished. Most of the fruit trees in the garden had either broken or uprooted by fallen boulders. We realized that all of our and the other buffaloes had stayed in the garden, they could easily have been killed, because five of our eight huge mango trees had been knocked down. All the houses on the hamlet were gone, but no body got hurt. The casualties were limited to a few cattle that had crushed by falling rocks.
Soon after that, anything recovered itself.

However, it is the one of my cheerfully life of my childhood’s memory from my hometown. Even though, I have been United States, I still record it from my memory.