Paid price for improvement

I have stayed in Shanghai for about 1 year including my three internships during university. Why do I choose and come to Shanghai? I do not have specific and clear explanation. I think it is just a dream of a countryside boy from his childhood though he does not really know at that time where shanghai is and what on earth the city attracts him.

I was told before competition in shanghai is much fierce. It’s true. With so many talented people and high-rises around, this business and money driven place is not a haven easy to survive. Life is tough. I never expect my life in this hot soil comfortable and at ease, especially at the beginning of my realistic social life. Such psychological preparation accompanies my desire to devote myself to the society I look forward to, which makes me much easy to adapt myself here.

Work is new but refreshing. Sometimes I have to confront criticism for inadequate performance and a lot of tiresome things I need to learn. As a man, I also feel disappointed in those occasions in terms of emotional. However, I know frustration and even complaint are of no use at all and sometimes make things worse. So I just take them the other way. They are good times to improve and learn.

For us junior employments, the price for improvement includes working much hard, keeping modest, caring little for personal gains, and sometimes admitting mistakes part of which we have not made. It seems to be slavish for us. But I think it’s wise to pay the price.

My lovest two English poems

To. W. P.

With you a part of me has passed away;
For in the peopled forest of my mind
A tree made leafless by this wintry wind
Shall never don again its green array.
Chapel and fireside, country road and bay
Have something of their friendliness resigned
Another, if I would, I could not find,
And I am grown much older in a day.
But yet I treasure in my memory
Your gift of charity and young heart’s ease,
And the dear honour of your amity
For these once mine, my life is rich with these.
And I scarce know which part may greater be,
What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

-----George Santayana



When You are Old

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

---------William Butler Yeats

Independence comes

How far is the road to be Independent of parents? I use more than 20 years to get the answer. To be Independent means not just to get away from parents’ supervision and restrictions. More importantly, it stands for the time to relieve burden of a family besides other significances.

I can still recall the occasions I was told about the life pattern of my counterparts in western countries in my childhood. It’s said they will start their independent time when they are 18 years old. Then they will walk on their own way to the future without their parents’ close caring and financial support. Such style is what I admire so much for a long time. I have dreamed urgently in the past to get rid of load I lead to my family. And now I finally accomplish my first step.

I have to admit it’s quite a long time to have this day come. My 18 year-old has passed away for several years. However, better late then never. I welcome the come independence. And I will continue to move forward with it.