.Sunday, October 05, 2008'Sunday, October 05, 2008
today, i wanted to talk about a story called《命运的迹线》。this is a short story in my CLL where there is a boy named 高小明 who just knew that he can only live till 30 years old. he was so frustrated as he planned to become a poet in the future and wanted to write 30 poems and he even planned about the content of his poems. he is now 13 years old, which means he have only 17 years old to live. he could not believe in this fact and went home to ask his parents about the age of his grand parents when they die. he even told his parents that he could only live till 30 years old. his parents, instead of consoling him, they just told him that such beliefs are superstitious. they did not even put themselves in the boy's shoes and have a feel about the uncertainty that he is feeling at that time, instead they just tell him that it is impossible.
from this story, the author wanted to show that parents at that time do not understand their children and there is a gap between the children and the adults.
why did i wrote about this story in my blog today? on one hand it can be a form of revision for my CLL promo exam, on the other hand, which is the more important one, is that i felt as though i am the little boy today. this is because today when i woke up, i have rashes all over my body. i was super worried and i woke my mother up and ask her about it. all that she replied was " oh ok." and went back to sleep. at that time i was really worried and i woke her up again to ask about it. she became frustrated and said " i'm very tired. leave me alone. just go see doctor later lor". i was really saddened by her replies. she sounds as though sleep is much more important than my health.
until here, i suddenly thought about the little boy and his experience with his parents when he knew about the age when he is going to die. i was exactly like him, my mother just ignore about my uncertainty and just 推翻 whatever that i say. it is not that i hate her or whatever, but it is just that i was really saddened. many people say that parents care the most for their child, but this does not make sense today. i wonder, is sleep more important than me?
