I have to admit that working in a vocational school is really tough in my hometown. I mean the feeling which stemming from being with the students. Maybe because of the ignorance of their education from a very young age, the students are more or less being quite shallow both in their knowledge and personality. They even don’t know how to be polite and respect others. I, most of the time, feel unworthy and don’t have the sense of personal achievement as other friends who working in the regular senior high schools. At least, they have the respect from the students and their work is much accounted of. However, the situation in our school is not that good. Many students pay no attention to their academy study. To make things worse is that they even never want to coordinate with your teaching. Playing the smart phone, listening to music and chatting during the class are their routine. The head teachers of some classes have been really trying hard to deal with these kinds of problem students. In the meeting of every new semester, the dean of our teaching administration will announce the teaching arrangement of the new term which is always like the preface of the book, telling you the general idea of your teaching days. One of my colleagues complained that she was almost exhausted whenever she finished her class. That ‘s one of the hard situation all the vocational teachers have to face. As for me, my job as an English teacher in the vocational school set me thinking quite a lot. I even start to doubt about the meaning of my job. Do I really have to endure all these tough feeling just because the job can feed me? What if I quit my job and find another one except being a teacher again, then what else I can do? The reality is right there and you have to face the music. Things are never like what other people blow in their picture-perfect dream. You have many responsibilities to take and many social rules to obey. Then what shall I do to make my teaching life better? I realize that I have to do something. So I took the action this new term. I called the dean who in charge of the teaching arrangement. I told him directly which class I wanted to teach. I chose the class which is called Gaokao Ban(高考班)，it means that the students who studying in this class are going to take the college entrance examination as other students in the regular senior high school. It is a new policy and new chance for all the vocational school students. They can go the college if they can pass the exam which just requires 3 subjects and a certificate. That is Chinese, English and math plus a computer certificate. The study is comparatively simpler than that of the students in the senior high school whose study load is quite heavy. I chose it not because my working load will decrease, on the contrary it increases. Because teaching in this class means that you have to make more preparation for each class and deal with more homework. It will never be an easy job anyway. But why did I do it? The reason is quite simple. I just listen to my heart. I want to make my work worthwhile and make my each teaching day fulfilled. As for me, the sense of achievement I gain spiritually is always more important than the materials I’ve got. I can not allow myself to drift through life each single day. Therefore, I am much busier than any other terms. The proverb “ Self do, self have.” explains my situation so well but I really enjoy this autosadism. Each teaching day I am full of passion and smile more and the students are all friendly and show great respect to their happy looking teacher. So do you think that I am doing something stupid? I am sure you have your own answers.

It is quite natural for us to think of a reward once we have given out something. Yet, there is one thing which is out of exception, that is the unconditonal love of parents. I got this recognition from my own true feeling about taking care of a patient. However, ironically, I as a matter of fact, felt a little relutant to do this during the process. My mother-in-law was sick and had to stay in the hospital for several weeks. My huasband’s elder sister is living in Shenzhen and was unable to come here immediately because she also has her own family to take care of. Granted, taking care of my mother-in-law became the prior responsibility of my husband and I. We took some days off from the school authority and stayed in the hospital all day long taking good care of her. I was in charge of her daily nursing around the clock and my husband was respomsible for our meals and some interaction with the doctor whenever necessary. The days in the hospital was tedious and exhausting. I felt the presure from now and then. I felt low and eager for a chance to have a break. How I wished to get away for all those worries and serious responsibilities that all the caregivers knew so well. Gradually, irritation and annoyance grew in my mind. However, the cruel reality was right out there. I could never shy away from the resoponsibility. So I had to hold on. and sometimes the pressure always made me think of the last straw of the camel. Could I really manage to get through it? Or would I break down and showed my anger ? Everytime I called my parents at home and complained to them about my situation they would get me back to the right track. They knew me well enough and were able to make me accept their advice and I suddenly felt ashame of what I had thought and done. Unconditional love is precious. It does not come easily. How can a person be so devoting to what he has done and never complain ? There must be something great and unusual backing the caregiver. The hard days when my tuition fee was a big problem of the whole family occurred in my memory. My parents used to be out of work but still had to deal with the tuition of my brother and me. every new semester was a tough time for them. However, I never heard of any complain. No matter how hard it was, they were able to get rid of the problem in the end, which I always felt gratitude for and wondered what kind of love had empower them to do all these unconditionally. I used to feel angry when what others do could not meet my expectation. I was too self-centered and subjective. I did not realize that every one is an individual and you can never require some one to do what you wish them to do. If someone does not treat you good enough, don't be angry with him. Because he does not have the responsibility to give you the unconditional love. Uncondtional love is the suprem form of love, coming from a sincere heart. And several days later, my husband’s elder sister came and I could have a rest and went back to work. Life fianally became normal and though I didn’t have to stay in the hospital and looked after my mother-in-law, I cared for her even more. my mother-in-law is kind to me besides we have been living together for almost 6years but we seldom have any conflicts. She treats me as her own daughter and she deserves my love as well. Taking care of others can really be very toilsome but it helps people grow mature mentally and maybe also built a better relationship.

When I was a primary school student, I wrote a lot of compositions about our hometown to appreciate its merits, its beauty and its culture, you name it. The affection conveyed in the compositions were more of perfunctory rather than genuine. I just wanted to finish my homework. However, as years goes by, the feeling has a subtle change. I gradually feel the love for it especially when I return from another place. I love the feeling of breathing the familiar air and with the wind whispering in my ears “welcome home”. You may be quite familiar with the the old saying goes “East or west, home is best” and that is exactly how I feel about my hometown. We went to go Guangzhou for our summer holiday and lived there for about a month. Life in the big city was definitely different from that in my small town. There are a lot of tourist attractions to visit and the night life was various as well. At the beginning, we were excited about the differences and enjoyed ourselves so much. However, gradually we felt something emerging in our minds. But what was it? We both felt puzzled one night when we were sitting on a long bench outside the supermarket to have a rest, watching people from all walks of life busying making their ways to somewhere. We were tired of the hustle and bustle. The whole city was like a never stop working machine. And so were the people living in it. Homesick ! yes, definitely, that was the word! We both relieve when we were aware of the truth. We terribly missed the quite atmosphere of our little town. Our town is like a human being who knows the way of keeping good health . She knows when to start a day and when to have a good rest for another better day. She is not as restless as the big city and she is mild and always knows to slow down to enjoy life. We both realized that although the city life was wonderful it was not what we crave for. We didn’t have a sense of belonging. Whatever the excitement city life had offered, they were the brilliantness of others not ours. We missed our little town so much. The day after we returning home, we took a walk along the long corridor watching the quiet but sparkle surface of our mother river Huanggang River, we were filled with content and happiness. Maybe we have been living in our comfort zone for a long time and our bodies and minds are no longer suitable for the busy city life. Friends who living in the big city may think that we have miss so many wonderful ever changing new things but actually we do not! Happiness is not what you’ve got but rather how you feel. My hometown complex makes me feel more about life itself, I.e. we sometimes need to slow down to enjoy our life.Huanggang River黄冈河

What’s the definition of a house? It is a building which can be made of different materials. No matter what is it made of, it is a place to live in. what about a home? It is equal to a house? Definitely not! A home is a place full of magic which can both be visible and invisible. It is a comfort harbor for a wearing soul, a place where we regain our hopes and courage. Every year during the Spring Festival Travel, China will show the world a spectacular picture of the thousands upon thousands of migrant workers travelling home in the chilly cold weather and they have a common destination, a place called home. Some even traveled dozens of hours with their motor bikes. The journey may be tough and dangerous but every time they feel upset and wearing, home is a bonfire that lights up their hearts again and give them warmth. It is their beloved family members that make up a home where their hearts will pursue to arrive though it is thousand miles away.In one of Long Yingtai’s (龙应台) prose called Returning Home《回家》she tells us the story of her mother’s returning home. Her mother suffered from Dementia(失智症). Her memories faded gradually and when she was taken back home, to the house they used to live, she didn’t recognize it and kept on saying she wanted to go home. And in the prose the author said that she finally understood what the real home was in her mother’s mind. She said mother’s home was a place that without post code and no postman could find. Her home was not a space but a period of life time in which little children were chasing laughing and playing merrily, sizzling sound with the aroma of frying fish coming out from the kitchen, and her husband covered her eyes and wanted her guessed who it was” I love this passage because it conveys the meaning of a real home so well. A real home is a place that combines your love ones together and the love bond makes it thrives.How do you love you home? Never complain your house is too small but try to appreciate the cozy atmosphere created by your families. A house that fills up with laughter and happiness is called home while a luxurious big house is just shining with cold light. Which one do you prefer? Every home is unique. It has its own look, feel and smell. Have you ever felt it?About two months later the Chinese traditonal new year will see another reunion time for the families. It is true that it is a tradition but let us never forget that we go home because our families are there not because it is a traditional festival. Time changes things without being notice and don’t leave yourself any regret. We should go back home as much as possible. Because our love ones are there!

People say that she is out of her mind because her personality changed greatly. She becomes so fractious and yells at anyone she doesn’t like. She was easily irritated when she caught sight of her husband. she says she hates him with all her heart. It is he who pushed her to be mad. She was once a gentle and easy-going housewife who took charge of all the housework and does some little part-time jobs to support the family. She is from rural area without much education. She reminds me of an elastic rubber band. She never complain about any hardship life has presented her. However, she erupted like a volcano without warning. The neighborhood was shocked and felt sympathetic for her. She deserved to be loved but her husband ruined it all. Her husband has to face the pressure from the neighborhood and apologies to her. But she was too irritated to forgive him. She shouted at him threw things at him and didn’t accept any kindness he had shown. she was indeed out of her mind but she was stuck in the world that he betrayed her by having an affair with another woman and he had been making so many fraudulent promises which she finally tore them up. The price she paid for his obscene behavior was too much. Now she cries out the hatred and anger in her mental disorder way. She just wanted to speak out and called for equality and respect. After she got mad, she kept saying all about the things which upset her in her daily life. what she said was powerful enough to make all her families feel shame. She went through all the hardship without any complains and her families took it for granted and treated like dirt, especially her husband. he beat her when he thought she was in the way and scolded her whenever he was in a bad mood. Finally, the seemingly flexible rubber band broke. This is the first case that I saw with my own eyes. Life pressure can really drive people mad. How to deal with the pressure piling up in your mind in time is very important otherwise you are carrying a time bomb with you. I felt sorry for the woman and again I realize the importance of a woman’s independence. Being a woman, we should be strong and have self-esteem. Equality is paramount in a good relationship. While I am finishing this article, I hear a neighbor saying that she is gradually calm down today under the care of her children who come back home from work in another city. She needs someone to talk to and to love her. I am happy about that and bless her to recover soon. Best wishes to her. Good people deserve to be loved. And I still believe that God will never give the test that we can not pass.

What is the most important thing in a good marriage? What makes a marriage go on? As a married woman, I should have had my own answers. However, it seems that I am really confused. The question has been lingering in my mind recently. And the incentive for this question is all because of my two friend’s experiences. The first friend married to a Chenguan城管，a sub-police who does the job for the city management several years ago. Life goes smoothly for her and they soon had their lovely little baby girl. life blesses her a lot. She has everything ordinary but luxurious to others. She owns a secured job and income, no worry about mortgaging a house, no extra material life pressure, the parents of both sides are healthy and have their endowment insurance, which is quite a relief for them. My friend and her husband is what are called nowadays the “sandwich generation”. They are both the only child of their own family and now they are pressed between the parents, besides, now they have their little child to feed. Although being the sandwich generation, their life is still quite wonderful. I have been admiring what she possesses till one day she told me about her painful experience in that seemingly harmonious family. She lives with her husband’s parents. And as ironically as the old story has always shows, she doesn’t get along well with the parents. Her husband, being the only child of the parents, has actually been spoiled by his parents since young age. And after getting married, he became even worse. What’s more, he was unable to deal with the worsen relationship between his parents and his wife. He listened to whatever his parents have said and has no sensible judge of his own. My friend was very disappointed and the situation upgrated when he beat my friend in front of their 4year-old daughter just because they could not reach a agreement. And I was quite surprised when she told me that it was not the first time that he used violence to settle things and his parents were both stay with him. She told me she was thinking about a divorce. Her face was blank when she was saying the unhappy experience and no more loving affection for the past. What have brought them to tie the knots? She said that is the mutual interests and the similar living life style. But she found that it turned out to be quite different after they really living together. He is such a lazy-bone and irresponsible man who is not ready to be a husband and a father. Therefore, the crisis appeared inevitably in the end. Then what may possibly save her marriage? Maybe the forgiveness and tolerance may help. But it will never last long if there is no love in it any longer. In my friend’s case, love is the only ligament to their marriage. The other friend of mine has another problem which is also affecting her marriage. She is born an easily satisfied young woman with sunny nature. She married a very traditional man who is very reliable and caring. Her husband is a very responsible man and shows great respect to his parents. She lives happily in the family for nearly 6 years. She doesn’t have any daughter-in-law and mother-in-law issue. However, there is always a pity in their life which gradually shows its potential landmine power. That is the child issue. My friend is unluckily has some problem with her endocrine which makes her unable to become a mother for so many years. The couple have been working together to deal with problem in the past few years. Life was full of ebb and flow. She considered it was the cruel test given by life and she accepted it and fully believed that their love would withstand any difficulties. Then one day after provoking by the fact that another colleague of her husband has become a father, her husband showed great disappointment and agony. And he again showed doubt about what she had done. He blamed she was not initiative enough to deal with this problem. My friend was speechless after he gave her an explanation about how he thought about having a child. He said that he could not bear having no child in his life and although he could accept an adopted child he was not sure whether he could stay firm enough to keep their marriage if the chance of adopting a child would never come to them. She was heartbroken and for the first time she doubt about their love. She said she felt as if her belief had been ruined. Later on, as my friend put it, her husband apologized to her explaining that what he said say was just the overwhelming feeling and it was not true. She has a shadow in her mind from then on. Sometimes she could not help thinking about the worst result of her marriage. Again, she thought of the movie called “UP”《飞屋环球记》。In the movie, the old man and his wife have an everlasting love though they have no child in their life. Movie is movie after all. many things are doomed to be beaten by reality. For my friend, what to keep their marriage may be a child. What if the child never comes? Then will her husband choose to divorce? What about the love they have been building together after so many hard years if love really exists? Only time can tell. I don’t want to compare their marriage with mine. Each one has his or her own unique story and the key to deal with the problem. I am only sure that keeping a marriage is not an easy task. What we need is intelligence and a mindset resilient enough to face something unpredictable and all kinds of challenges imaginable.

The other day I came across a good article explains that the general Chinese education system is killing the students’ creativities comparing with other teaching methods in some foreign countries, such as Britain. Not long ago, a documentary about some Chinese teachers applied our Chinese style teaching to the British students went virus on the internet. Both sides have some difficulties in dealing with each other. The Chinese education is a big topic to discuss but not just a simple word of saying that is right or wrong. Therefore, here what I am going to say is something about my school situation in an objective way. My school is a vocational technical school. The students are mainly the teenagers who graduated from the middle schools with a not that good mark and besides with terrible bad habits. They are, on a whole, a special group comparing to the students in regular senior secondary schools. These students are the poor group eliminated by the exam-oriented education because of their poor academic performance. However, judging from the present employment prospects, they may be largely needed in special fields on the premise that they are well trained. Sometimes the employment prospects of some vocational students are even better that the graduates who went to study in a university or a college for several years. What’s more, according to some reports about the lacking of independence and some mental problems which generally exists in the university students really cause our attention. Therefore, again, we reconsider ironically, what is really needed for a student? Maybe the practical living ability and the mental health are much more important. As for our students who study in a vocational school, the most important thing for them is to cultivate a good personality and gain an excellent skill in their profession. However, I was greatly disappointed by the present situation of our school. Before the teacher who is in charge of the association activities in our school left for another school, the students’ extracurricular activities were rich and varied. There are badminton club, soccer club, speech club, dancing and singing club, chess club, etc. He was very into organizing all kinds of competition activities for the students. There were now and again different activities holding for the students to participate. The playground was crowding with students cheering for the heated competitions. The students developed their hobbies while enjoying what they really like. I am sure that the students who take part in the activities are more positive and active in every life and besides they are definitely more energetic and healthier than those who just cling to their cell-phone all days long. Extracurricular activities do a lot of good to the students’ development both physically and mentally. However, the situation now is very disappointing. The new teacher who takes charge of this part of job is so irresponsible that the activities are almost put on hold. The association just exists in name only. What the teacher did is organizing some students do some writing and drawing for the special column required by the school leaders. Such as the special column about the introduction of our school repaired to show to the leaders who come to visit in certain day. The leaders see the things have done and are quite satisfied with the teacher’s work but never realize what the difference have happened to the students’ after school life. Some active students are also disappointed. In my opinion, cultivating a student’s personality and learning professional skills are the two important things in the vocational education. Good personality will benefit a student’s attitude towards his own way of life. If the students are active and energetic, they will learn the knowledge much better and vice versa. I am not the teacher who is in charge of the association and it seems that I really can do nothing about this. Nevertheless, I always try to organize some theme class meetings which give my students lots of fun and above all, they gain something instructive. Although some vocational school students are weak in study, it doesn’t mean that they are doomed to be ignored. On the contrary, students in Vocational school should be paid more attention to. If they are guided in a right way, they will also become very excellent.

The first time I saw the public-interest ad on CCTV showing a group of energetic 20 something shouting out loud “ I am 23 years old”, I admired them extremely. Youth is a precious treasure. Youth means all kinds of possibilities. The future is in your own hands and the road is extending in front of you. You are eager to explore the outside world when you leave the ivory tower. No wonder you look so proud and dauntless. Yet, I thought about myself. Quite amusing, my age has the same number as them but in different order. I don’t think anyone at my age will proudly yell out loud as the way the 23 years old do. Why is that? Maybe we all admire youth but are afraid of growing old. Perhaps one day you will see you have gained a little freckles and wrinkles at the corner of your eyes or maybe you have found you skin is not as smooth, tender and elastic as before. That is what time has brought us secretly. You have to accept it without any excuses. So what to be proud of when you have lost your youth and begun to enter the middle age! However, the middle age me inside my mind began to protest. She is angry at my negative opinion about middle age and growing old. She says that middle age means a different phase in our life. It is also very critical. When we reach middle age, we have a clear mind of what we are actually like. We can be mature enough to deal with some problems. When we have a family of our own, we also learn the responsibility of a family. We are growing up as we manage to operate every household affair. We can be good parents and good examples in the children’s eyes and good sons and daughters in parents’ eyes as well. Middle age is not a crisis phase. Well, yes, I am not afraid of middle age actually. On the contrary, I always feel thankful for what middle age has given to me. Although I no longer have the craze to see the soap opera like I was in my 20s, I don’t miss anything. However, I have a sober mind to read more books and learn more. Although I have a sweet tooth, I never indulge myself in any high sugar and high-energy food. I pay more attention to my health and never stay up at night or eat junk food. I even become a fan of searching the way of keeping in good health. I love doing sports and keeping fit. In my middle age, I cherish my health more. When we were in our 20s we had crazily liberated our passion. Now we are in our middle age, it’s time to settle down and behave ourselves in a rational way. The appearance change is superficial and what we possess in our mind is much more important. There is a writer once said “ when you read enough, your appearance will change” what she said is the power of reading, which I think it also means power of what we have in mind. Therefore, when your mind is rich and varied in the middle age, you will definitely look quite different. You are energetic but not hysteric. You are gorgeous but not frivolous. What time has presented you is a sign of your maturity. And we have to take the good advantages of it. It is no shame of growing up and growing old. Accept what you have become in the middle age and appreciate the changes and try to make much better changes to create a better self. Middle age gives me recognitions about life and I will never trade anything for that.

Death is not a popular word and even a taboo. It is not an auspicious word anyway. Death means the end of life which is the most precious thing of a human being. You can achieve nothing if you have no life. But I find that if we can face death in a rational and intelligent way, we can know more about life itself. First I want to share a funny story of mine with you. I don’t know whether you also had this kind of experience before. Back to the time when I was about 8 years old, the general social environment is not that various as it is today especially in the aspect of entertainment. I mean other extra ways people could enjoyed after their working days. Television is rare at that time so the knowledge we could learn from life is also quite limited. Therefore, you cannot blame the children at that time are not as clever as the children today. Then here comes my story. I was an ignorant little girl at the age of 8, being a primary school student in Grade One. One night after hearing a horrible story told by my elder sister, I had a terrible nightmare and woke up in the middle of the night, crying bitterly. My parents were surprised and asked me the reason why I was crying so sad. I gave them a very funny answer by saying that I was afraid that I would die one day and be buried under the ground. My parents just smiled and explained that every one would die one day and I was too young to worry about it. It is funny to recall my first horrible fear about death. As time went by, the fear about death lessened to a normal level. I know what death means and no more worry about it. And luckily, I grow into a girl who can always see the bottle half full. The silly fear of death didn’t leave me any shadow. At the every young age, what I knew about death was just the hopeless fear and the end of life. While now, when I reconsider this issue, I have totally different recognition. As we all know, life is a one way journey. You got the one way ticket and got onto the train. Death is the final destination. No matter how long the journey takes you, you will arrive the place after all. There is no rush to get to the destination. What we have to do is just savor the journey wholeheartedly. Tough as it may be and sweet as well, just feel it and face it as seriously as you can. Live every minute to the fullest. Life is not all roses and most of the time is easy said than done. But that is what the life is and we can only live better and make our life meaningful with this kind of mindset. When you realize that death is inevitable and try to face it with a light heart you will definitely enjoy your life more. Here comes another story of mine before long. My pet dog was sick and hadn’t eaten any food for several days. It looked miserably weak and I was so worried about it that I even suffered from insomnia. It was not a strong dog any more. After all, it is almost 10 years old. I could not bear the sad and hopeless look in its eyes. There is no vet doctor in my hometown. I was lost of what to do. I prayed at night and tried to feed it with some medicine for I thought it might catch a cold. Because I saw it had a running nose and didn’t feel like eating anything. The fear of death haunted me again after so many years. I was afraid that it might leave me. The terrible imagery appeared in my mind all the time. I tried to persuade myself to accept the worst result if it really happened. Then quite by accident, I read a book called Pi Nang《皮囊》，（skin）in the book, something struck my heart. It says when we die, we leave our bodies and our souls are free. Our bodies are our skin. When we get out of our skin, we have nothing to worry about any more. Our bodies are just the skin that confines us. I associated it with the situation of my dog. What if the worst thing happened? How can I face it? My dog’s soul leaves its body and is free of pain. I must be happy for it. At least, I have had it for 10 long years and you know I might have lost it when it was just a puppy. But I have so many wonderful memories of it anyway. I must be grateful. And this new idea really worked. I felt less painful and was courageous enough to face the possible sad reality. Fortunately, several days later, it recovered. I saw it radiant face again. Again, I felt greatly appreciated to life and death. It is the fear of losing that makes me feel more about death and life. I cherish life even more. Death is unavoidable. We can not change it therefore let’s face it bravely and try our best to make our limited life worth living. We are living in the count down process and our days are decreasing every day while our memories are increasing on the contrary. I always have the feeling of time crisis. I don’t think it is negative because it makes me cherish time and make my each day fulfilled. I try to get up early every day so that I can plan my day better. And it does help me and I get my day organized so well every single day and full of positive energy. Thank you for the death recognition I have got. Face death and cherish life!

May 8th is the Mother’s day. Many schools educated the children of filial piety by holding the activities such as washing the feet of their mothers and writing thank-you notes, etc. All kinds of celebrations and activities highlighted the importance of the day. Parental love is the greatest and selfless in the world. We can never thank our parents enough for what they have done for us. Sometimes even before we notice the fleeting time has carved the wrinkles on their faces and have planted the numerous white hairs on their heads. I feel shocked and a burst of pain whenever I realize the tiny changes in them. However sad I am, I can do nothing about time. What I can do is to spend more time with them and to know more about them. Luckily, I work in my hometown and I live near my parents so they will never have to suffer the empty-nest syndrome. I visit them whenever I have time. Actually, it surprised me when I found something different that I didn’t expect before, which also give a better understanding of my parents. I used to think that my mother is an ace for any shopping stuffs. Then the other day I was surprised and amused to find that she asked me for advice when selecting some guavas. She said that she didn’t know how to select a good one. And it is also several days before when I knew for the first time that my father’s favorite fruit is mango. These are trivial matters in life itself, but it is a reflection of neglect as well. How many other things we don’t know about parents? When we were young we always conceitedly complained that they didn’t understand us and we sometimes even cruelly closed the door of our mind. We seldom considered things in their shoes. Now we become an independent adult. We think we are financially and materially independent. We think that we are wiser than them and we can make our own decisions without bothering asking them any advice. It is only when we failed because of our ignorance that we realized that our parents have some deep wits which they have gained from their life experience. Parents are our guardians as well as our mentors. There is an old saying goes” Elders are treasures”. Our aging parents are our treasures. They gave us the most precious gift—life, bringing us to this world and enabling us to enjoy everything we have possessed now. We can never be gratitude to them enough. Time is always fleeting. We have tried any means imaginable to hold it. We take photos to record the unforgettable moments, we video our life. However hard we have tried, time never stop or go back for anyone and we will grow old anyway. And all the wonderful things will one day vanish in our memories the day when we leave this world. I am not being pessimistic here. I mean we must cherish what we have now especially the love of our family. Fill our hearts with love and try to know more about our family members and make our memories live with time. I am sure in this way, our near and dear memories will pass down from generation to generation.