Boston Through My Lens

BOSTON IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CITY IN THE WORLD, NOT ONE OF. 

A Fight

It has been 17 days since mom arrived. The feeling is mixed: cherished, joyful, impatient, caged, struggling. When you have forged your own life, a piece of parental visiting will break the balance. When I look at my dear mom, I feel the responsibility to take care of her. When she judge my life style, I want her to back off so badly. I know I shouldn't be so impatient, thinking about how she treated me when i was a child. I don't know how to make a move in my life when my parents are around. I am so used to travel my journey alone. It's impossible to explain your ideas to them, they can't understand. I hate to confront her, but I hate to struggle. Sometimes, I think it's not her problem, it's my own demon. I got paranoid when she judged my hairstyle, even when she tried to touch my face when I went to bed. I am so afraid she will change me. I know she wants the best for me, but what she thinks is best for me, is not what I want. I love my mom, but the struggle of not losing myself is such a big challenge. Well, guess this is just another "camp" I have to survive.
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Mother, you gave me life.
You watched over me,
and delighted in my first smile,
my first word,
my first step.
Your hands washed me,
picked me up when I fell,
combed the snarls out of my hair,
caressed me.
The years passed...

I grew and I rebelled,
I needed to be myself,
I needed to figure out life,
experience pain,
make the step,
and get up on my own.
Please still watch over me,
please trust me,
and be there for me.
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Don't worry, maybe mom won't be that judgmental.
After all, she always wants me to be happy.

只有在你们眼里我才是孩子

刚刚看到一个大姐写的文章，提到只有在长辈的眼里，自己无论多大，就算已经是两鬓斑白，还是孩子。

突然想到这几天爷爷住院，爸爸住在奶奶家陪床看护，想到爸爸妈妈头上越来越多的白发，想到老爸老妈眼里那个永远都是他们的宝宝长不大的孩子，泪流满面。

养育之恩重如山，父母亲情永不忘。直到现在还喜欢坐在妈妈的腿上撒娇，直到现在还喜欢从后面趴在爸爸的背上摇啊摇啊。想到在不久的十年，二十年，妈妈的膝盖再也承受不了我的重量，爸爸的背也弯了，内心好难受。

每当听到有老人家过辈的消息，总是很害怕。女儿能在家陪伴爸妈的日子好短，小时候不懂事不知道体贴爸妈，长大了却又无法长伴父母膝边，想到老来无儿女相伴的日子，觉得自己好不孝。

也许生活本是如此艰辛无奈，得到的多失去的也多。这血浓于水的缘分，也只是短短几十载，珍惜每次在爸妈身边的机会，给他们带去最贴心的关怀。现在总是提醒爸妈注意身体，希望他们不要有大病大灾，希望他们健健康康的，希望他们能等着我让他们享福，希望等我也退休了和妈妈一起去逛公园，逛商场，多么美好的场景啊。

等我50岁的时候，我还要抱着我的爸爸 抱着我的妈妈 当爸妈的老孩子。

小城故事

每个临河的城市必有一条江滨大道，在南方的小镇屡屡可见。常山也有一样，江对面是偏僻的山林，住着零星几户人家，还有已故亲人的坟墓。那时候，两岸用小船连成的浮桥连接着，过往的人和河里嬉戏的孩童好不热闹。后来，浮桥没了，城南也开发了，江滨也一起建起了防洪大坝，便再也不热闹了。

“你在哪呢”“我在防洪大坝啊!”大概80%的常山人都说过这句话，特别是在夏天。然后这段大坝不在江滨，而在城的另一边，从马上就要出城的东苑小区的尽头一直延伸到城南的定阳桥，约1000多米。要是不尽性就会穿过兰桂苑小区，绕到人民广场爬到“塔山“转一圈再原路返回。

吃完晚饭去防洪大坝走走，有的和我一样想锻炼身体，甩掉肥肉，有的结伴走走聊聊，有的散步纳凉。不过如果你想做个独行侠，似乎不是个好选择，因为一路走来不碰上三五个熟人简直就是mission impossible.凉风习习，波光粼粼，偶尔还有音乐响起，防洪大坝是每个常山人心中记忆。

人民广场也是不能不说，那原来是好多人的母校，爸妈的母校，我的母校，好几代的人回忆。后来学校搬迁，这里就依山建起了塔山公园和人民广场。塔山的塔，指的是文峰塔，始建于宋，流传着和严嵩有关的故事。以前大家在文峰塔边上升旗做早操，现在的妈妈们在塔边上锻炼身体，跳舞练拳。虽说塔山不大也不高，但走上个好几圈，也能把人累得气喘吁吁。以前我们在广场上跑步上体育课，现在的孩子们在广场玩轮滑，滑板，追逐，大人们每天跳广场舞，其乐融融。夏天广场还有音乐喷泉，既降温也是孩子们的最爱。

小城有着好多故事，过去，现在，未来，每天都在变化，好多记忆都变得模糊，不过我想防洪大坝和人民广场一定会深深地印在人们的记忆里的吧。

Dear Friend

The first time I saw you, you didn't seem to be very pleasing. Who knows later, our friendship would go this far. Knowing someone and changing my life could happen and also be not a love story. If it wasn't you, I don't believe that friends would more reliable than lovers. No matter how scatter-headed am I, no matter how much trouble I caused, you will always teasing at me first but always be there for me as well. You have seen the worsts of me, and you totally brought them out. And we still stay friends. I guess that's how magic works. Anyway, Good luck to you, and wish you all the best. It's a pleasure to have you as a truly good friend.