Dear SPRUers,

 

Probably you will not notice that an oriental woman is leaving when you have a party to celebrate Christmas and make a strategy for the coming New Year. I knew I could not put myself in the basket of your plan, I have to go for the other side of the world and look for my future there. I don’t know how many of you will miss me……The similar but opposite scenario had been described 1400 years ago by a Chinese poet, Wei Wang, who coincidently lived in my hometown:

 

九月九日忆山东兄弟

独在异乡为异客，

每逢佳节倍思亲。

遥知兄弟登高处，

遍插茱萸少一人。

 

Here is translation:

Missing my brothers and sisters in the special occasion

As a lonely stranger in the strange land,

Every holiday the homesickness amplifies.

Knowing that my brothers have reached the peak

All but one is present at the planting of flowers.　

 

A dusk a month ago, it occurred me that I will have to leave soon when Ilooked out of the window, hearing the sound of wind, I burst into tears and wrote a poem in my blog.http://blog.sciencenet.cn/blog-215715-841930.html,with the help of Anne, I translated it into England for you all.

 

Tears in the farewell

 

Maybe you don’t know

The wind on the outside of the window

Is bringing something to tempt you

The temptation is an expectation that cannot be blown away

 

Maybe you don’t know

The rain that comes with the wind

Cannot be dried away

The expectation is an involuntary mind that runs a thousand years through the cloud

 

Maybe you don’t know

The tears that burst out of my eyes

Are gushing hope into my life

The involuntary mind is a solicitude that is embedded in the stories that you and I experienced.

 

Maybe you don’t know

The blood that is pumped out from my heart through a ventricle

Is doomed to return to the heart’s atrium

The solicitude wants to take you through all my life

 

But the doomed separation

The sorrow and the pain in the separation

Have to end with my face full of tears

The tears, actually are waiting for you to wipe with your love

 

Indeed, a very treasurable experience at the middle of my life: there are plenty of the past that could be recalled,

massive possibility of future that could be explored. I spend this year standing at the middle to see where I should go with an unrestricted freedom. Thank you all for tolerating and accompanying and supporting me to go through this year. I don’t know how many details I can bear in my mind. But I am sure at somepoints with some inspirations, all details will be reoccurred again……

 

It is your love that makes Brighton as my second hometown, I am writing a series essay "my sea, my Brighton, My England", wish they could tell you how I am reluctant to leave here  I don’t know how the future would like to arrange my relationship with you all. Anyway, everywhere in the world is reachable, not to mention Shanghai,a very modern city with a very developed traffic system. I leave my contactinformation here:

XXX

I don’t know how many of you are willing to copy them to your contacts, but I am always available for you.

Keep in touch

 

刘玉仙