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The Once Bustling But Now Solitary Small Building Is Like a Tree

Posted On : Sep-23-2011 | seen (311) times | Article Word Count : 387 |

Years ago, a friend’s husband died for some reason. Then my friend forbore from being sad and alone wandered from North to South. When she earned more money, she was generous enough and would give anyone that he met a gift; when she earned less, she would close the door and refused to see anyone. I advised her that she should save some money for retirement. She said that since she husband wasn’t alive, what the use of much money was. I suddenly froze.
Years ago, a friend’s husband died for some reason. Then my friend forbore from being sad and alone wandered from North to South. When she earned more money, she was generous enough and would give anyone that he met a gift; when she earned less, she would close the door and refused to see anyone. I advised her that she should save some money for retirement. She said that since she husband wasn’t alive, what the use of much money was. I suddenly froze.

That evening, I passed a house, in which a couple was quarrelling, so I could not help but stop. First was her husband's voice, “I went out to drive before daybreak, working so hard. But when I come back, I actually cannot eat a meal. What have you been doing?” “You think just you are tired? The weather is so hot and the child keeps crying. So haven’t you seen that I have no time?” “How much ability do you have? Looking after the child, you cannot do well; cooking, you also cannot do well. Then what’s the use of you? What can you do?” “What did you say?!” his wife seemed angry, “Why could you say me? Are you still a man? I'm not tired of the child? If you have the ability, you can employ a nanny. I’m also able to drive. Besides, as for selling clothes, I’m more competent than you. Anyone knows the outside is quiet!” saying these, she actually cried.

Seeing his wife crying, the husband’s tone became soft: “Why are you crying? Why are you crying? How can you cry? I did not hit you. It was the baby that troubled you. Be quick to see the baby, is him sick?” Talking about the baby, the woman stopped crying: “He isn’t sick, but he is too naughty. He has just fallen asleep, so you do not move him. You quickly go to wash and I’ll cook.” For a time, it was calm surrounding the area. Next, I seem to see the moving smoke.

I thought of my friend. The once bustling but now solitary small building is like a tree, no leaves and bare. If there is no quarrel, there is no love, so there is no life as well.

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Keywords : Tree, friend, quarrel, husband, child, cry,

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