Share Life with My American Family
There are people whom you will never forget no matter how far away they are and however long you cannot see them. There are memories that will never fade away no matter how old they are.
Although it has been over ten years since I left my American family, I have never spent a single day without thinking of them. Their bright smiles are still appearing before my eyes. Their kind voices are still echoing(回响) in my ears.
In the year of 1993 I was fortunately offered an opportunity to stay in the
Yes, I should introduce my American family to you. First I will make it clear to you why I call the Harts my American family. Mr. Joe Hart, head judge of the court of Texas, and Mrs. Kay Hart, a middle school teacher were just my parents' ages. They treated me so nicely as they did their own son and daughter. We got along so well that I felt as if I had been living with my family back in
I appreciated the consideration Joe and Kay showed to me and also the freedom they gave me. They knew exactly when they should come to my help and when they should leave me alone. Understanding my loneliness in a foreign land, they tried every means to make my life rich and colorful. We spent our hours merrily and excitedly in cinemas, at theatres and in national parks or wildly in gymnasiums and stadiums, watching basketball, football (橄榄球) and baseball games. We went fairly often to popular Chinese restaurants, where with chopsticks we shared Chinese food, which was much Americanized(美国化了的), though. Actually, they loved a lot better the Chinese food by me, such as dumplings (jiaozi), wonton soup (馄饨) and oil- green union (葱油饼), the name I gave to a kind of Chinese bread, for there was no ready English word for the food. You see, I created a new English word, which was my contribution to the language.
Joe and Kay didn't let any chance slip by for me to have a taste of everything of American culture. We prepared for the big Christmas party, buying the tree and decorating it with all kinds of little lovely articles, hiding gifts in the stockings over the fireplace. They took me to museums, art galleries (美术馆),a German beer fair and an exciting rodeo (竞技) show. They made it possible for me to see as much of the country as I could. In company with them, I went to
Important and famous as Joe was, he was very kind and easygoing(随和). At weekends he would mow the lawn (刈草坪) with me, barefooted. Once while driving with me along the street he stuck his head out of the car window and barked back as a dog barked at him. What a big boy!
I was always wondering how Mom Kay should have been so patient and considerate. She searched almost all the shops in the city until she found some moon cakes for me on the Chinese Mid-autumn Festival. Every morning she would softly say "Wake up, Enlai."
My American family couldn't be better. They were so friendly to