(完整版)Myculturalstory
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My Cultural Story My background is very simple. I was born in a pure Chinese village family. People can easily tell my identification by my family name, Wang, which is the second largest surname of Chinese. My family was used to be the biggest family in the village. My mother has told me that my grandfather was a landowner. But he was not so smart that lost his possessions in gambling. However, I don’t sure that he was such a person as others has told. He passed before I was born. As a traditional family as I have said, most members in my family believe in Buddhism. They believe that the soul exists. So they talk to those souls, of course, including my grandfather, and pray for benefits. I was born in a lower-middle class family. Most of the memory of my childhood has gone away. But I do remember that when I was very young, I lived on a bank because my father was doing aquaculture. By the way, my village is near the sea, it is convenient to develop aquaculture. As I have remembered, it was so empty that I could hardly see any neighbors. There were not so many people doing as my father. They preferred to be traditional farmers as our ancestors had been. So, thanks to my father, my only friend before going to the school is a dog. Maybe that’s the reason why I am keen on dogs. When it comes to education, as the parents who grow in a village without mush education used to think, my parents put the education of mine in the first place. They put lots of stress on me, and also on themselves. The town where my village located lack of good schools, people always looked down on the students graduating from the local schools. With the thought that I should get a better education, my parent sent me to another town. And it meant that they had to work harder to pay the tuition. Because of the long distance between my home and the school, I lived with my aunt who worked in the school. The first year was fall of loneliness. New environment crowed with new people. It was such a hardship for me to adapt. And what worse was that I could only go home during the summer vocation and winter vocation. I still remember the feeling I’ve had at the first time my father picked me back, bursting into tears like a drowned person who catches a wood before sinking. I missed them so much. I spent 12 years in that town, five years for primary school, four years for middle school, and three years for high school. It was strange that when being in the middle school I lost the friends made in the primary school, and when in the high school I lost the friends from the primary school. But fortunately, I still have the friends from the high school when I am now in the university. I would take the life in high school deep in mind --- my first sleeping during the class, my first punishment because of my first skipping, and the most important --- my first love. Actually, she did not look like the girl as I had imaged. As I had imaged, sounds ridiculous, the girl I would like must be short hair, and prefer to wear shirt. But the fact was that she had long hair and always closed up the zipper. I would appreciate it if it can get back to 9.pm 25th September 2013, the night at which I revealed my feeling for her. It was a normal evening class, but for me it could be such a suffering that I had been making blind conjectures the whole 90 minutes, thinking all the reactions she might have and organizing the suitable words I should say. When the bell rang, the strangest feeling came to me, a feeling mixed relaxation with tension. I moved to her at first but had to be faster because she was going to leave. I stopped you, said “I love you”, and thought about what the answer would be. She was surprised, looking at me in silence. I was nervous, waiting for the judgment. But she didn’t give me a certain answer even the last. I still miss her now. My mother sometimes talks about her, and the question she asks always be “Have you contacted with her?” My answer is in the silence. Maybe in the future, I will love another girl or not, but no matter who I fall in love with, she would never be the same as I have imaged. Now, I am 21 years old, 21 years after I was given birth to, and my background is still simple. 201412202401027 王乐益
