Lauralee的译言网个人文集链接
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@qiusir:主修化学的谷祖裕校长是我大育才教育信息化的奠基人和开拓者。与他共事是一种幸运，合掌...
@qiusir:每一片叶子都是一幅画，这一树的秋天就是一首赞美诗...
@qiusir:偶有新生要和我谈谈学习的方法，问问用什么练习册云云。主动沟通本是应该鼓励的，可与其课下纠结为什么不能在课堂上多参与些呢？很多学生就是学习方法想的太多以至于没时间学习...
@qiusir:我们不能奢望经历秋雨洗礼后的树叶永不飘落，但此时的绽放已是永恒的美丽。
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I think a lot do more and show less...thanks lauralee~
The Better Butterfly Theorems .pdf (11252)
此文件也献给我的启蒙谷祖裕校长。
The Tree in front of My Mother's Grave
Within two years father passed away as well. Struggling to survive and live, building my career and family, for all these years, for all these years I thought I was doing it solo.
Until 20 years later, until this autumn afternoon, I came back to mother' grave. Standing in front of me is a big tree now, thriving and swaying, sending its greetings to me. Until then and there, I suddenly realized you were always there, above the earth, growing and flourishing. You were always there, beneath the earth, guarding and blessing. Gone are the grievances. Gone are the complaints. I got it mother. This is your way to care. This is your way to parent.
I drove all the way here just to see the tree , and only to see the tree.
It is mother's (my) tree. It is the tree. Silent but proud.
The Tree in front of My Mother’s Grave Rebecca
Like a shot in a movie, it rained on the day of my mother’s funeral. I, in my teens, was the first to palm the earth onto her grave and part of my memory still has it that to keep her company, my father had a small tree removed from the nearby woods. Nearly two years later, my father passed away in a distant place. In the next hustling years, I was busy making a living, studying, working and setting up a family of my own.
I used to believe stubbornly that I ,all on my own, had been enduring life’s ups and downs, glories and miseries alike, until one day this autumn twenty years later when I returned to my mother’s grave.
The field and the tree from the past remained alone as ever, shedding leaves and branches swaying like greetings from an old acquaintance. At the exact moment, I realized you, deeply rooted in the soil, have been facing up to nature’s sufferings; you, resting in peace under the ground, have never ceased your blessings. At the very moment, all the icy injustice I thought imposed on me thawed; the bitter grievance turned into gratitude. It dawned upon me that the spirit embodied by the tree has long been set by my parents—Never rely on；Never look for.
This year, again, I drove thousands of miles back, with lines of trees in sight but merely for the sake of seeing that tree. And any tree I see each time always reminds me of that tree--the tree in front of my mother’s grave, very silent, very proud.
This book is hereby dedicated to the tree in front of my mother’s grave.
Oct, 6th, 2014
Translate by Lauralee(Haimei Li) Rebecca(Jingyi Zhao)
母亲坟前的那棵树[?]
