My Origin

奉某人之命贴应试作文一篇。
Christine Marin’s article “Spanish Lessons” made me think a lot about my language and my culture. Marin told her audience her personal experience as a bilingual scholar. When in high school, Marin was shocked by the power of language when she and her Mexican-American fellows sang in Spanish against a group of Anglo. She felt so proud to sing in Spanish though she did not know quite much about that language. She started to learn Spanish seriously and observe Chicano culture and built up a Chicano Studies Collection in Hayden Library of Arizona State University. Marin has learned the power of language. So have I.
For this couple of years studying in the United States I have been thinking about one question a lot: what does coming to the America mean to me? I could hardly recognize myself in my high school photo album nowadays because I have changed so much since my flight landed in the land of the free. For example, China suddenly became a perfect place in my mind, including its despotic government and stupid ruling party, polluted air and water, traffic jams, and being crowded everywhere. I am pretty sure that there are not so much Chinese people enjoying their life in China and looking forward to American life, which is called the “American Dream”, nevertheless I am missing the life I used to have days and nights.
So what made me changed so much? When I got off the plane at San Francisco International Airport I realized that I had entered an unknown territory with crowds looking strangely and speaking strangely. Although I had been learning English for many years, I did not know why the security officer was shouting at me. After several times of replay I understood that he wanted my passport and boarding passes. The whole world was laughing at me at that moment. I heard a voice teasing me, “Hey dude, you got the best grade for English in high school, didn’t you? Do you really know any English?” I was feeling horrible. Then I heard the officer asking where I came from and suddenly I felt encouraged and replied proudly, “I am from China!” My eyes were definitely shining.
Because of my skin and hair color, I have been asked where I came from for many times and I always feel empowered when answering “I am from China.” I would not have realized that I am proud of my country if I did not come to the United States. In China, speaking English means that you are well educated and successful. I have seen a lot of Chinese people speaking a “mixed” language with basically Chinese sentences but adulterated with a bunch of English vocabularies. I feel jerk when hearing this sort of language. As a native speaker, is it that hard to explain your idea in and only in Chinese? There is no necessity to speak like that, but just a show-off to the majority who do not speak that weird language. Look, guys, I know some English!
Those people don’t understand, and I didn’t understand before coming to the United States as well, that the Chinese language is such a thing to make me feel proud. Speaking English means educated? Don’t be silly! Come to America and look by yourself. Everyone can speak perfect English around you.

To me, the Chinese language means my origin. English is no more than a typical foreign language to me. I am learning German now and will hopefully start to learn Spanish in the near future. I want to know at least 5 languages before starting my own career. Besides I am studying Confucianism, which Chinese people have almost forgotten. I can hardly believe that one can learn a foreign culture well if he don’t know his own culture. Now I am enjoying my new life in the America, however I still belong to my language, my people, my country, and my origin.

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回家

推开宿舍房间的门忽然觉得一股熟悉的气息扑面而来。凌乱，灰暗，却那么亲切。扑在床上，心想我回家了，回到了熟悉的地方。又不禁开始思考什么是家，这个问题我总想不通。家或许就是个躺下睡觉的地方，这么说来本居士可谓四海为家，今朝有酒今朝醉，明天没钱接着睡。美国是个巨大的国家，在这巨大的国家的西北部莽莽群山中有一个小小的城市，这个城市有一个小小的校园，校园里有一间小小的房间，它属于我。现在，这就是我的家。
今天我回家了。回家永远是开心的事情。更开心的是终于能回到我熟悉的状态中来。I am ready to go.

给禄喜福儿

福儿，
你终于结束了流浪。你不在的日子里一直牵挂你的不仅有你的父母，也有我这个大洋彼岸的兄弟。
老兄，其实我何尝不想流浪，一箪食一瓢饮尧也不改其志。你忘了那个夏天我和某人如丧家之犬走遍半个中国？随心所欲是要付出代价的，我看到母亲额头上增加的皱纹时心里要把自己骂死了。很庆幸我比你早半年明白一个道理，男人身上是要担负很多责任的，不可能想怎样就怎样。
老兄，你得学习，得工作，以后得挣钱，要想自由得先自己养活自己，拿着父母的血汗漂泊是件光彩的事情么？扔掉圣经，那不是适合你的书。忘掉你心中那些诡异的想法，我要你重新站起来，你是咱京城的老爷们。
老兄，人生远没有诗歌散文那么浪漫。我知道你心中始终惦记着一个人，你不必假装。是该说你只取一瓢呢还是一叶障目？别让蛐蛐儿挡了你这个神六，你该志在四方，那才是我熟悉的那个恒轩。
老兄，我永远忘不了那个在运动会的看台上听英雄交响曲听得流泪的小男孩，也忘不了你赠送给我的那个外号，还有那些挖苦我的短信，我一条一条全都记着。等以后退休了咱一块品茶赏月下棋，合奏德沃夏克的幽默曲，如果侥幸挣了点钱就拿去办唱片公司，赔了就赔了。在此之前你给老子好好活着，打下你的江山来。
老兄，你老弟我絮叨得很，就不多说了，你个狗日的其实心里肯定有数。今年夏天，我还希望见到那个熟悉的禄喜福儿。
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2007.1.14

打油

冬日雪满昆仑山，江不胜芥名三千
弱水静流叠嶂里，黑云渐起层峦前
水声窃窃向谁语，雾气昭昭对谁言？
江心金鲤几时跃，云中孤鸿何时还？
曾经心老未及老，今朝欲言又不言
自古修道非得道，从来羡仙难成仙
徒悲终日无穷计，犹幸此时觉未然
尧眉八彩舜重瞳，文王四乳耳垂肩
金鲤纵跃过龙门，孤鸿惊起入九天
燕雀安知鸿鹄志，风发意气慰华年

想写排律，结果写得乱七八糟，最多算作打油诗。某人和某人都正在经历挫折，送给他们。

明天搬家

明天开始正式结束长达一个月的家庭主妇生涯，我很欣慰。想念我们可爱的学生餐厅里可爱的厨师叔叔们，也想念宿舍里那股怪异而很好闻的气味了。回去吧。

无题

做了一个很美的梦，场景大约在六七年之后。醒来之后还沉浸在其中，忽然觉得胸口隐隐作痛，不禁感叹梦境和现实的差距。做好人真难。
说点高兴的。学校拿下了今年的Fiesta Bowl，这是整个爱达荷州的学校首次在BCS的比赛里获胜，庆祝一下，贴张这赛季某场比赛的照片吧。



在youtube上把Fiesta Bowl的录像找出来看了看，看得自己眼泪都要止不住了。小伙子们真他娘的够棒，凭借最后两秒的conversion拿下了比赛，43：42。现在全美国都在讨论我们了，我很欣慰。不知道学校会不会因此焕然一新，住宿条件和网络设施该改善改善了吧……


youtube有人写了这样一段留言，一定是某位树城的老兄，写给我们的QB Jared Zabransky。“You go, Z. Way to tell 'em that BSU is no Cinderella. You guys earned the right to be in the Fiesta and you're #1. All of the folks I know in and around Boise are damn proud of you and the Broncos.”