My Neighbors in Garden Lane_写作技巧
1． mr. li’s incense shop
(1) my hometown
my hometown is a remote but very beautiful place.
a small hill named dongshan is located in the city center covered by lots of lofty trees reaching the sky. several pavilions and temple are shaded by those trees. when a gust of wind is blowing over, they are eagerly showing their beauties at every possible moment.
just the downward of dongshan hill there is a vast lake named shihu where endless bluish waves are surging and hundreds of seagulls are as flying as singing.
the lake firmly holds the hill just like a mother affectionately embracing her baby into her broad breast.
in between the hill and lake, there is a street spreading from east to west.
one day in may of 1949, the pla (people’s liberation arm) liberated our town and set up new administrative organizations. this street was divided into 3 portions and named after democracy, liberation and victory respectively.
among them, liberation street was in downtown area with commercial prosperity. lots of smart business men and artificers were gathering there.
my family was settled down there too and accompanied by our neighbors. most of them were skillful craft masters, who had promoted the booming of our community with their hard work and wisdom and had composed an arduous chronicle of our society.
(2) mr. li’s incense shop
contrary to the flourishing environment in the middle part of liberation street, there was a dilapidated shop, as someone put it ' with the height of a dog’s jumping'. it was extremely unusual in this so-called golden area, but, it was the reality.
this store named mr. li’s incense shop and owed by my father. “no, it wasn’t as humble as this.” my father always explained to his customers loudly, “it was a spectacular building with 3 storey height before the damnable japanese invasion.” he said over and over again.
it was true. my father and grandfather had successfully run an incense business for decades. at that time, mr. li’s incense shop was so well known that a few people in my hometown knew nothing about our brand products and neither any family nor temple ever burned the incenses other than ours.
however, a fire set by japanese invaders had wrecked it in this way and completely terminated its business prosperity ever since.
after japanese surrender, my father and his neighbors got a relief. some of them had rebuilt their shops. the street got its booming again.
(3) a fallen misfortune
one day morning, an administrative official dropped in father’s shop and announced a governmental decree: “no incense business is permitted since it is for feudal superstition.”
just like a lightning bolt, my mother and father were shocked because our family life had immediately been driven to a corner. without this self-support means how could a 9-folk family with the majority of the elderly and little kids make its life?
they had no way to survive but selling their possessions gradually.
after a while, some of our neighbors felt pity to our situation and asked my father to assist them in construction work. my father was a craft man not a labor. with less physical strength, he was really suffering in this heavy-duty work.
came to the year end of 1950, it should be the holy time for ancestor worship as per local custom. however, since new government firmly forbade such practice, all such activities associated were considered illegal. even though, there were still some countrymen constantly came to our shop and asked for incenses slinkingly. it really scared my honest and timid father.
my mother was a strong and determined person. she insisted in selling out all inventory. “it is my idea and determination. none of your business.” she said to my father who was trembling and full of fear. “if someone considers it as crime, put me into prison. ok?” she was inspiring awe by upholding justice, “how could a business be stopped just by one word without buffering time to treat those raw materials and products on stock?” mother’s words sounded reasonable, but we all knew it was an excuse caused by the cornered financial situation. as saying “necessity knows no law”, she was risking a danger by desperation.
sure enough, father’s business was recovered in secret way. customers came to our shop in front door and carried incenses with a towel covered basket out from back door.
the sales income made my parents very happy, because they would have enough money to celebrate new year feast.
nothing happened until september 29.
(4) the worst situation
at that night, father was very tired and went into sleep soon with his thundering snore. mother still kept herself busy and went bed at mid night. as usual, she lay on bed to plot her working plan tomorrow and dimly went to sleep later.
suddenly, a faint sound from ladder awaked her. she boosted up her strength and found a thief was silently coming down with a bundle of lit incense on hand. with constant incenses shaking to find his way, he passed the living room and directly went to the main ha
ll as swift as a cat.
“here is a thief!” mother awaked my father in undertone. “what!” he woke up with a start and let out a cry. however, when he found the opened door and the darkness behind, he immediately went into a panic. his legs were shivering and couldn’t move. he had to hold a bamboo knight and swatted on the desk. “what a damnable…. thief! how dare…. you are….. to steal …..my possessions!” father shouted with a shivery tone.
the thief knew well my father’s inward weakness and completely ignored him. he was too busy helping himself to money to notice any warming. to unlock this deadlock, my mother realized the urgent need of other’s support. “help!” “help us to catch the thief!” she was shouting again and again.
the noise woke up one of my neighbors next door, deaf grocery’s landlady. she awoke her husband loudly: “get up quickly, deaf man! our neighbor is stolen!” she said. the deaf man rushed to the street and blocked our main gate, “how dare are your guy! come out and fight to me! i am challenging your devil.” he shouted with a shoulder pole shaking on hands.
heard a brave shouting and metallic chugging, the thief thought he had been besieged by police and hastily fled from the back door.
(5) out of the unlucky shadow
my family suffered a heavy lost in this robbery. not only all sales income, but also the past deposit had all disappeared!
the situation came to worse. that new year eve was the most miserable one we ever spent.
facing to such difficulty, my parents had no choice but to sell the useless shop with an extreme low price.
during those harsh days, they were helping and encouraging each other to overcome the endless difficulties. they had firmly set up a livelihood strategy: “no matter how much hardness, how less food would have; never sacrifice the opportunity for children’s education.”
in 1952, my family came to the edge of bankruptcy. at that very moment, my elder brother had graduated from the jiangxi medical institute. he became the first university student in our community and duly took over the family-support burden from my father who was physically and mentally exhausted then.
thanks to my parent’s farsighted strategy, my family had gotten over the most difficult time ever since.
(to be continued by p2 <the brothers of black smith>)
my english blog: //wenzili.my.24en.com
the secular birds
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(1) my hometown
my hometown is a remote but very beautiful place.
a small hill named dongshan is located in the city center covered by lots of lofty trees reaching the sky. several pavilions and temple are shaded by those trees. when a gust of wind is blowing over, they are eagerly showing their beauties at every possible moment.
just the downward of dongshan hill there is a vast lake named shihu where endless bluish waves are surging and hundreds of seagulls are as flying as singing.
the lake firmly holds the hill just like a mother affectionately embracing her baby into her broad breast.
in between the hill and lake, there is a street spreading from east to west.
one day in may of 1949, the pla (people’s liberation arm) liberated our town and set up new administrative organizations. this street was divided into 3 portions and named after democracy, liberation and victory respectively.
among them, liberation street was in downtown area with commercial prosperity. lots of smart business men and artificers were gathering there.
my family was settled down there too and accompanied by our neighbors. most of them were skillful craft masters, who had promoted the booming of our community with their hard work and wisdom and had composed an arduous chronicle of our society.
(2) mr. li’s incense shop
contrary to the flourishing environment in the middle part of liberation street, there was a dilapidated shop, as someone put it ' with the height of a dog’s jumping'. it was extremely unusual in this so-called golden area, but, it was the reality.
this store named mr. li’s incense shop and owed by my father. “no, it wasn’t as humble as this.” my father always explained to his customers loudly, “it was a spectacular building with 3 storey height before the damnable japanese invasion.” he said over and over again.
it was true. my father and grandfather had successfully run an incense business for decades. at that time, mr. li’s incense shop was so well known that a few people in my hometown knew nothing about our brand products and neither any family nor temple ever burned the incenses other than ours.
however, a fire set by japanese invaders had wrecked it in this way and completely terminated its business prosperity ever since.
after japanese surrender, my father and his neighbors got a relief. some of them had rebuilt their shops. the street got its booming again.
(3) a fallen misfortune
one day morning, an administrative official dropped in father’s shop and announced a governmental decree: “no incense business is permitted since it is for feudal superstition.”
just like a lightning bolt, my mother and father were shocked because our family life had immediately been driven to a corner. without this self-support means how could a 9-folk family with the majority of the elderly and little kids make its life?
they had no way to survive but selling their possessions gradually.
after a while, some of our neighbors felt pity to our situation and asked my father to assist them in construction work. my father was a craft man not a labor. with less physical strength, he was really suffering in this heavy-duty work.
came to the year end of 1950, it should be the holy time for ancestor worship as per local custom. however, since new government firmly forbade such practice, all such activities associated were considered illegal. even though, there were still some countrymen constantly came to our shop and asked for incenses slinkingly. it really scared my honest and timid father.
my mother was a strong and determined person. she insisted in selling out all inventory. “it is my idea and determination. none of your business.” she said to my father who was trembling and full of fear. “if someone considers it as crime, put me into prison. ok?” she was inspiring awe by upholding justice, “how could a business be stopped just by one word without buffering time to treat those raw materials and products on stock?” mother’s words sounded reasonable, but we all knew it was an excuse caused by the cornered financial situation. as saying “necessity knows no law”, she was risking a danger by desperation.
sure enough, father’s business was recovered in secret way. customers came to our shop in front door and carried incenses with a towel covered basket out from back door.
the sales income made my parents very happy, because they would have enough money to celebrate new year feast.
nothing happened until september 29.
(4) the worst situation
at that night, father was very tired and went into sleep soon with his thundering snore. mother still kept herself busy and went bed at mid night. as usual, she lay on bed to plot her working plan tomorrow and dimly went to sleep later.
suddenly, a faint sound from ladder awaked her. she boosted up her strength and found a thief was silently coming down with a bundle of lit incense on hand. with constant incenses shaking to find his way, he passed the living room and directly went to the main ha
ll as swift as a cat.
“here is a thief!” mother awaked my father in undertone. “what!” he woke up with a start and let out a cry. however, when he found the opened door and the darkness behind, he immediately went into a panic. his legs were shivering and couldn’t move. he had to hold a bamboo knight and swatted on the desk. “what a damnable…. thief! how dare…. you are….. to steal …..my possessions!” father shouted with a shivery tone.
the thief knew well my father’s inward weakness and completely ignored him. he was too busy helping himself to money to notice any warming. to unlock this deadlock, my mother realized the urgent need of other’s support. “help!” “help us to catch the thief!” she was shouting again and again.
the noise woke up one of my neighbors next door, deaf grocery’s landlady. she awoke her husband loudly: “get up quickly, deaf man! our neighbor is stolen!” she said. the deaf man rushed to the street and blocked our main gate, “how dare are your guy! come out and fight to me! i am challenging your devil.” he shouted with a shoulder pole shaking on hands.
heard a brave shouting and metallic chugging, the thief thought he had been besieged by police and hastily fled from the back door.
(5) out of the unlucky shadow
my family suffered a heavy lost in this robbery. not only all sales income, but also the past deposit had all disappeared!
the situation came to worse. that new year eve was the most miserable one we ever spent.
facing to such difficulty, my parents had no choice but to sell the useless shop with an extreme low price.
during those harsh days, they were helping and encouraging each other to overcome the endless difficulties. they had firmly set up a livelihood strategy: “no matter how much hardness, how less food would have; never sacrifice the opportunity for children’s education.”
in 1952, my family came to the edge of bankruptcy. at that very moment, my elder brother had graduated from the jiangxi medical institute. he became the first university student in our community and duly took over the family-support burden from my father who was physically and mentally exhausted then.
thanks to my parent’s farsighted strategy, my family had gotten over the most difficult time ever since.
(to be continued by p2 <the brothers of black smith>)
my english blog: //wenzili.my.24en.com
the secular birds
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