when the river gets angry...

Someone once compared: “ a river is like a gentle girl, but sometimes is a bad-tempered lady”. I love Hong river when it’s nice and gentle, because it nourished sweet memories of my childhood and enriched my hometown. But I’m also so scared when that bad-tempered lady gets angry. At the summer when I was ten years old, the first time I witnessed the terrible anger of the river.
It had been raining for nice day. The rainy season hadn’t ever come so early and lengthened like that. It rained cats and dogs as if water at all over the world was pouring down my hometown. I sat silently and watched the river, the peaceful river in my mind. But today, it had something unusual. Waves beat crazily at two shores as hiding a danger. The first time in my life, I felt that. That thinking seemed to be too much for the soul of a ten-year-old child. I stopped thinking and tried to believe that the dike was strong enough to protect my village as it had done in the past years.
2 a.m . I suddenly was woken up by terrible sounds. “flood…flood…flood’s coming…” some people shouted hopelessly. At last, what I worried most happened. Maybe the weak dike had been broken last night. While I was still extremely astounded, water rushed into my house. Water come from all sides and raised so quickly. Water was full on floor, water covered my bed, and just after half an hour the level of water was as high as my neck. My mother laid my little sister and me at a high, safe place, then she waded down water and tried to pick up valuable things. I really wanted to help her, but she asked me needn’t do anything except taking care of my little sister. However, I forgot all what my mom reminded when I saw my poor puppy was swimming weakly against flood water. I bravely stepped down the chest to save the puppy. Suddenly, the chest swayed made me fall down water. I shouted and asked for help. I was so scared and I bestirred myself, my small hand waved strongly on water’s surface. Water was full into my mouth and made my eyes pungent. I couldn’t define direction. The more I tried to swim ahead, the farther water pushed me. When I was nearly exhausted, a hand held my hand. My mom took me back from the death’s hand. We all shivered because of being cold. The whole of night, we almost sat on the roof. I was regretful and painful when I saw the angry waves were immersing everything in my house. My mom said nothing, she looked far out the field with so sad eyesight, “how much her sweat and tear were there”. We didn’t know what should we do except waiting…and waiting, waiting something better would come tomorrow…
The next day, the rescuing ships came , took us to safe place and provided food and medicine. That historical flood carried away everything we had. The first time in my life, I witnessed nature got angry. I also knew why the nature got angry. People need to know the right way to behave with nature.

ice cream

Ice cream




“Sweet, cool, and very delicious” that are what I will say if someone asks me about ice cream. Ice cream isn’t a dish so luxurious. You can enjoy a luscious ice cream at anywhere. I love it just because it always appeared into my wonderful memories.
In my feeling, ice cream is most delicious only when I ate together with my beloved friends, who had been deeply attached to me since I was a little child. At so hot summer afternoons of the North, we often dodged sleeping to play at the back of my garden. When we all were tired of waggish games .we liked climbing up my hammock under the old tamarind tree. At that moment, ice cream was the only thing we, innocent children, always dreamt about. Just thinking of sitting on the hammock, swinging my legs around, and eating cold ice creams made me mouth- watering. With the first push of my foot against the tree, I liked closing my eyes and let ice cream thaw gradually in my mouth. It seemed to have a cold wind blow through the whole of my body. All heat of summer disappeared. With next push of my foot against the tree, I relaxed more and more. Finally, I almost flew into the air. The taste of ice cream was as sweet as the taste of heaven. Ice cream had a lot of varieties with different tastes and colors. Chocolate ice cream was blown. Strawberry one was red, mango one was light yellow. Especially, I liked durian one most. Because its strong sweet taste and particular flavor left at the top of tongue a long time after having eaten. The nights at weekend were my favorite time too. Because children didn’t need to do homework or go to bed early. We could play childish games such as: hide, seek and tag…especially, we often caught fireflies in glass jar and watched them shine in the dark like tiny flashlight. After that we sat under fireflies light , saw the large sky and imaged about the wonderful things which would come in the future . at that time,the light flavor of cold ice creams would take our dream fly far, the simple,innocent dreams of children.
Now, I’m here, a place too far from my hometown. I hardly see that friends again. Each person of us has the own life. Up to now, my hobby hasn’t ever changed too. But ice cream can’t bring for me special feeling like at the childhood days