在英国一年半的时间里,发生了很多有趣难忘的事情。很难一一描述,引用一段英国留学期间的日记来结束我对那段温暖的不列颠岁月的回忆。
“Living in Britain was so much different from living in China,wher people are troubled with trifles and wher living is degraded to surviving.I felt,for the first time in my life,a moment of peace and gratitude.I began to see things through in all the time I had,when I did not have to be bothered by anyone jumping a queue or spitting to the ground as Ihad in China.I began to understand things,things that were shadowed or blindedby the busyness of life in China.And maybe it was due to the loneliness thatdid I come to value sentiments that I had ignored or taken for granted.
I saw pigeons walk among people on the plaza.Inoticed an ordinary librarian smile and explain patiently to every student who had confusion.I heard cashiers at small shops say good mornings in a voice sogenuine and happy that it warmed my heart in the winter wind.Every time I helda warm cup of Mocha in my hand and wandered about the streets,I felt my heartas light and cheerful as had captured the first trace of sunlight through thewindow frame.
I am not saying therewere no moments of frustration or depression.I am not saying they were all good memories.I could not understand the menu at the first time when I dined in a local restaurant and it took me a century to google the dishes out.My chats with locals never went that“local”since I really did notknow how to respond to their jokes.The social circle I squeezed in was greatbut I did not feel any sense of belonging every time in the parties orgatherings.I was just a student,a passer-by of their life whose absence wouldstir no sentiments.”