(小说故事,虚构为主,请别对号) Life on the Edge (1-b)
星期一 十一月 19, 2007 9:38 am
(I will write piece by piece... the sequence may be re-order..have fun...comments welcome)
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Jane grew up in Hunan, where people possessed great courage, bold frankness and self sacrifice. In her hometown, the local culture contained stories about mythical creatures and legends of famous heroes. The most renowned person was QuYuan, a great ancient poet who threw himself into Miluo River because he was unwilling to compromise his principles of living with dignity to serve his country. His tragedy moved everyone around the countryside. People set May 5 as his Memorial Day. For more than 2000 years, people paid their respect to him. Each year around that special day, people host raced dragon boats to remember him, threw food into river to protect him away from hungry fish. Jane remembers her whole family would be busy to collect the leaves of wormwood and made ZongZi (A kind of rice cake wrapped by leaves). But unfortunately, his great writing was long forgotten. Jane’s foreign teacher Terry Smith once mentioned one of QuYuan‘s poems, Jane felt embarrassed because she knew very little of it.
But Terry seemed to have much interest in Chairman Mao, another worldwide famous person from Jane’s hometown. There was always controversy about Chairman Mao, but Jane simply respected and admired him and his accomplishment no matter how others criticized him. She worshiped his courage and wisdom which clearly laid on his poems and his writings. Jane disliked politics. Often she could hear Ming, Sam, Terry and many others bragged about their politic thoughts, she kept herself distant. What she knew was things could never be the same as how people talked or heard. Her father once said, history was written by people who represent the successful side. Words sometimes were dark tools. She remembered her father kept dreadful silence during the great culture revolution period, even after it was ended; he still could not talk too much. Jane remembers she heard him sigh; we were too small to know the truth. At a very young age, 6 or 7, Jane could not understand. She thought her father was big enough. Anyway, Jane didn’t question him since she herself was puzzled on her own chaos.