First of all, I would like to thank somebody in the JianShu group, whose ID is jiufentian-e611. I don't know who he/she is, neither he/she knows anything about me,but it's his/her article that aroused my memories and inspired me to write something down.
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I am a simple walker, and I walked step by step with my heart. Now I am near to 30 years old and haven't recorded diary for a long time. But years ago when life was tough，I usually worte whatever I feel or think in English and then threw them away, that will make me feel better. Today when I saw the English words of e611,various memories of my life came to my mind.
When I was a child, my father and mother were busing making a life and had no time to take much care of me. I never blamed them, and I understood them from the bottom of my mind.Life in rural areas was really difficult and we all had to do something to earn a living,including young kids and students who still need to go to school. When school life came to its end of the day, I spent 20 minutes running home quickly andfinish our homework as soon as possible, then help my mother to do somehousework and help my father to feed the animals.
As a child ,I didn't want to tell parents what trouble I have met in school beacuse they were already very tired after day's work，so I began to keep a diary but it's hard to hid them from dad or mom 's sight. So at first I used the simple English words "happy，sad，cry， smile" to mark every day I experienced in school, and when grew up older I kept a simple English diary. This situation continues until I went to college.
In 2007, I went to university far away from our village. During college life I studied hard to gain scholarship and submitted applications to be a tutor for junior school students, I kept doing this until I graduated from college. During the passing 4 years, dad had only been to my university once, namely the day of university admission day. I still could remember his back, very thin but moving quickly with so much heavy baggages on his shoulder, then left in a hurry to catch up with the latest bus.
How I wish Dad could stay with me longer in this completely new and strange place, but he had no extra time to waste though he loved me very much. I began to record a diary again, day by day, I adapted to the new place andnew life, finding ways to make a balance on living and study, and finally Imade it, became the later “little me”.
In 2011, I was recommended for graduatestudy at another university ,much further away from our village. To save cost on journey, I went to the new university by myself from the northwest to northeast of China. The same as before, I kept myself by doing well in study and graduated smoothly. Living 3000 kilometers away from home, the only way to share my feelings is to keep writing my diary.
Now, I have been working in the city whereI studied as graduate for many years, life is easier than before. Dad and mom are older and I want to take them to travel in different places, though it’s a bit difficult because they are not willing to see me spending money. But I know I should do something for them.
Life is still going on!
The words used to accompany with me , thank you very much for your companionship.
