Father In My Dream

(Father, By Jin Shangyi, Grabbed from Folk's blog)

Last night, my father came in my dream again, his countenance being exactly the same as it was when he left me twenty years ago. Simply leaving a kindly smile, he turned round and left, no matter how I shouted and cried. Then I woke up with a start and couldn't fall asleep. Then suddenly I was overwhelmed by sadness. It seems Father visits me less and less often now. Am I forgetting him? A feeling of guilt rose up in me. He's my Father, and he's now gradually slipping out my mind! I couldn't help shuddering at this thought. No, I will not let this happen, I need to do something! I must recollect as many past memories about him as possible...I should not let them go, and fade away like a piece of washed-out cloth.

I was born into the family when Father was almost 50,and a kid gotten at such an age was usually fondly called " autumn melon" by the local elderlies. I was a shy boy then and those uncles and aunties liked me very much...but partly might be out of my Father, who was a veteran batallion commander in the army. Though Father was a taciturn man of only a few words, he was respected by many people there ( Remember our farm was once a military regiment if you've read some of my earlier entries here). Till now, when some elder people mentioned him, they called him " Commander Qi".

Father was not good at expressing his love for his kids, but we could clearly feel it. When I was 4 or 5 years old, he often carried me around in his strong arms,chatting with fellows, or working in the orchids. I'll never forget those days I spent with Father in the orchids. While he was trimming the apple trees or hoeing the fields, I was just playing around. How happy I was there, chasing after the butterflies or grasshoppers, picking up some beautiful flowers among the grass. As soon as I was out of Father eyes, his magnetic voice would echo among the apple trees, and I just ran back to him as quickly as I could. How much I enjoyed the company of the whispering breeze, the friendly insects among the grass, the singing birds in the woods, and my loving Father.

Later,at 7 years old, I went to a primary school near my home. As I grew older and older, I was getting ridiculously rebellious and didn't like to listen to him. As I sometimes stubbornly stuck to my own idea, no matter right or wrong, I just stupidly insisted on it. Father was annoyed and blamed me sometimes, but never beat me no matter how I behaved ( Luckily I was not too bad then). Even worse, I would quarrel with him sometimes when he hoped to tell me something. It continued to be so for two or three years when something that happened totally changed me.

I was then in Grade Four. As my home was moved to a new place, I had to change my school, which was better than the previous one. However, I could not figure out why my chief teacher disliked me so much. He kept blaming me for my slips and errors so much that I thought he'd made too much fuss about it. Nevertheless, I felt lucky that the man had never beat me in class, as I'd seen so many classmates beaten and kicked by him in class. I was even frightened thinking of him as a monster.

Then came the time I made another mistake. The monster teacher ordered me to tell my parents that he needed to talk with them. Instead of telling my mother, I asked Father to see the teacher. My father had just recovered from a serious stroke and had to walk with the help of a stick. Hearing this, he was angry with me but agreed to see the teacher himself. I could never forget how Father managed to walk to school. For a sound person as I was, it only took me about 15minutes to get there,but it would be quite a journey for a patient like him. I followed far behind him, saw him walking and taking a rest to recollect some strength. My eyes were suddenly filled with tears and felt so sorry about what I had done then. From that moment, I'd made up my mind, " Be good, boy!" Then, a "bad" boy gradually turned into an example for all the other students in that small school, till I left there.

Father left me when I was in Junior Three and that night has been engraved in my mind forever. It was almost the end of the semester and I often stayed up quite late those days. Father was not feeling well several days ago, and Mom and I were really worried about it. As I slept in the same room with him, Mom told me to be more alert about him. One night, exhausted with a long time of hard study, I was ready to go to bed. As I lay down in bed, I noticed Father's face looked wax yellow, and his eyes opened a while and had a glimpse of me...then they were closed. And I hadn't expected it was the last look at me from my Father!

The next morning, while I was having classes at school, an uncle came to my class and asked me to go back home. Then I knew Father had left me,without saying anything to me. How regretful I was for my carelessness the night before!And from that night, I lost my father forever!

Now, twenty years are gone,and I have a son of my own. Time seems so powerful to fade anything away. Sometimes I feel scared to recall Father's countenance...Sometimes it's become so vague and is fading away!I'm so ashamed of it that I really feel painful. I should not forget my own Father!

Then,everything is rushing in my mind, with those old memories..and I found myself missing my father so much! As my fingers were typing on the keyboard, the letters on the screen became so misty and blurry...Then I realized my eyes were filled with tears and I couldn't help it.....

China's Eight-Year Housing Reform: A Black Humour?

Many guys may enumerate many drawbacks living in Beijing: air pollution, traffic jam, sandstorms...and the high living costs here. The other day I chatted with a friend, the young guy felt upset and complained," Oh, my god! My apartment is going farther and farther away from me now...When can I own one of my own?"

He is not alone though. Living in this city, people are feeling more and more pressure at the soaring housing prices. According to the statistics released by the National Statistics Bureau, the average housing prices in 70 major cities kept rising by another 6.7% in the third quarter compared with the same period last year. In September, the selling prices in these 70 cities climbed up by 6.3%, among which Beijing had seen an amazing 10.3% growth. As a matter of fact, housing problem, along with the pyramiding education expeses and sky-rocketing medical expenses, has become one of the three major social problems in the current economic and social development.

Frankly speaking, the housing reform program initiated from 1998 has been a failure. Since then, China has been reforming its housing system by implementing the Affordable Housing Program, when the government abolished the welfare-oriented allocation of public housing, marking the commencement of China's housing system reform. That was the time when the concept of affordable housing was introduced and initiated. As per some related laws and regulations promulgated thereafter, 80% of the households in major cities would benefit from the government's affordable housing program instead of those for commercial purpose. The policy should have made in favor of those who are really in need of apartments, only to find it had been framed in protection of the interests of those property developers. In fact, the major real estate developers were more than delighted to learn the news and embraced the new regulations totally to their heart's content.

At the same time, however, it is common folks who finally bear the burden and pay the bill. Many common folks who really need a place to live have not benefited from the affordable housing program. More and more low-income households cannot afford to buy an appartment for themselves. A beneficial policy that should have favored the common folks has finally deteriorated into a fountain of evil triggering social disparity. Some people jokingly remarked that China's housing reform was an "eight-year war against housing conundrum", which has at last grown into a black humor. It finally has benfited the rich, other than the poor. A friend in the circle commented that China's real estate industry had become another monopolic industry besides gas and petroleum, telecommunications, and electricity.

This will surely be a bad news for us common folks. I felt lucky that I bought my apartment two and a half years ago, at a fairly acceptable price. Now, the prices for an apartment of the same size as mine in my neighbourhood have almost been doubled. I could not have afforded mine had I not bought it then--I would have paid at least 200grands more than that I had paid two and half years ago. And I would have spent several more years to cover it.

But there are still many unlucky guys as my friend. He is planning to buy one and collecting the information of all the housing projects in his desired area. The results are frustrating. However, this is a problem he has to address. After all, a place to live is one of people's basic needs!

Black humour? Sure it is!

Father's Love Like A Mountain, Mother's Love Like A River

Several days ago, I read an article in a friend's blog entitled Father's Love Is Like A Mountain. In the article, he shared with us some memorable moments about his father and how he loved him.

It really touched somewhere in the deep bottom of my heart. My eyes became misted when I read it,coz it reminded me of my own daddy. I am so surprised to realize he has been away from me for twenty years now! I don't want to recall that sad moment when he left me, just let those sweet memories stay with me.

Father's love is like a mountain! It has been echoing by my ears these days and taking me back to those happy moments with my dad.

When I read the article again tonight and was moved again by a buddy's comments there. He compares mother's love to a river ("water" as is the original text) and I think it such a perfect metaphor. Mom's love is so selfishless and profound, and is always with you wherever you are. Mom's love is like water, so clear and limpid, yet so firm and perseverant.

We are small boats sailing on our journey of life, and father's love is like a mountain that is always by our side; Mom's love is like a river ("water" as is the original text), that carries the small boats to the end of the journey.......

Are Chinese Happier Than Americans Or The British?

I read two pieces of news lately, which were quite funny.

No.1: Some Chinese researchers published their findings on the Chinese people's leisure time. The result was amazing. The survey shows that Chinese people enjoy longer leisure time than Americans and the British. In 2000, the total leisure time for Chinese was 6051.2 hours, equaling 195.3days. Chinese people have more time enjoying their lives and must be much happier than Americans and the British. The report then drew a conclusion that China had been at an advanced level in terms of people's leisure time.
Then can we just ask ourselves such a question: Are we Chinese happier than Americans or the British? Now let's come to the second piece of news:

No. 2: Yesterday evening's CCTV News Broadcast released some data on the constitution of the medicare expenses of Chinese people. It shows the individual Chinese bear 65% of their medicare expenses, their working units bear another 20-25%, while the government just bear the left.

It is so funny that a time-and-money consuming survy comes to such a stupid conclusion. They misunderstood what "leisure time" really is. Then what on earth is leisure time? Leisure time is such period of time you may spend without fear of any worries and unsafety. That is to say, almost every aspect that is related to the individual's welfare has been guaranteed. It is at his/her own disposal how to spend this peeriod without fearing that he/she may be fired, or the salary may be reduced.

Then what is the reality in China? Let alone those extremely wealthy guys, most Chinese complain about very limited leisure time. We are facing a lot of challenges and uncertainties now. I have to work hard to pay the mortgage loans, to raise our child, and cover daily expenses. Ror those young guys, they have to earn enough money for a decent home and a well-prepared wedding ceremony). In many Chinese cities, there are countless house slaves, car slaves, and some buy their luxury items by instalments. Some have overdrafted their future income to meet their current needs. Most people are working hard to earn enough for their elderly life.

The above is related to personal behavior. On a larger sense, our government still needs to perfect the social welfare system. In the second news, the Chinese individuals pay the largest share of their own medicare expenses. Many people, especially the elderly, have been heavily burdened with the soaring medicare expenses. What's more, the social assurance system is still far away from being perfect.

Due to the above reasons, how can people feel secure when their future is still in uncertainty? How can they lead a happy life? And How can they enjoy their " leisure time" under such big pressure? They have to work hard to support their family, raise their children,offer them good education and consider their future well in advance. At the same time, they have to earn enough so that they can live comparatively comfortable when they get old.

Unfortunately, our government is not making enough efforts in solving these problems. The healthcare system is being improved. Many complaints arise against medicare system these years and some people are on the bones of their backs because either they or their family members are ill. Making it even worse, the medical expenses are increasing sharply. Though the government is trying to solve the problem,but the achievements are indeed very minimal.

Let's go back to that survey again. The researchers are also trying to find a proper explanation to the contradiction: Why are Chinese still unhappy even though they possess so much leisure time? Ironically,their answer was: because Chinese people are too addicted to some inefficient things--playing cards, playing majiang,.... I'd rather suggest these stupid guys to quit their job for giving such a ridiculous explanation. They didn't even get a clear understanding of what the leisure time was and talked nonsense.

According to their conclusion,China is such a developed country that it can stand side by side with the United States and The Britain? Don't you think the tone is so familiar? Some feverish guys are just murmuring some meaningless bullshit again.

According to what they've found,we can proudly claim: Chinese are the happiest people in the world, it's just like whipping the devil around the stump.

What Is Marriage Like?

In our English Pub at noon, we chatted about love and marriage. Many buddies offered some good points. As a person who is already in the seiged city, I also gave my ideas about it.

To me, love is like boiling water. It's extremely hot, and sometimes it hurts and harms you. Marriage is just like boiled water. It's cooled down and tasteless, but it's essential to your life. It's part of your life.

Marriage is like orange juice. It's not all the way sweet, even with some bitterness in it. When the bitterness dominates, the juice will go bad. Too many divergences will bitter the marriage and make it to an end. But on the whole orange juice is good to your health.

What about a kid? As far as I'm concerned, a kid is some sugar in your boiled water, which adds some flavor to your life. A kid is some mineral water that will dillute the bitterness in the orange juice. He brings you joy, and gives you happiness.

So, marriage is a bottle of boiled water for me, and a glass of orange juice.