the sweet six-storied house
ENL 102
J. Durso
9-16-2013
Assignment #1
The Sweet Six-Storied Apartment House
In the outskirt of Beijing, there are many six-storied apartment houses which look completely the same. It is in one of these simple and crude houses that my grandparents have been living for half of their lives, and this small apartment house is my home, which smells as sweet as the osmanthus flower and tastes as sweet as candied dates.
My home is in an old neighborhood, so the osmanthus trees in the neighborhood are tall with strong and thick limbs. These osmanthus trees stand straight along the path which is just beside the house, and they spread their branches until they reach each other. When the first raindrop of spring moistened the earth, sleeping lives were roused up. Every day I can find new buds coming out from the branches of the trees, until one day I am surprised by the green outside the window. It is just like that all turns green during one night. Trees become much leafier in summer. The crossing branches make the path a tunnel, and the cool shade they provide makes it easier for people in the neighborhood to go through summer. During fall, osmanthus trees beside the house are in blossom, and the aroma is so sweet that I almost become addicted to it. Every time when I smell the aroma, I feel peaceful inside my heart and find it easier to put my mind on my work. Then winter arrives. I always think that a winter without snow is not actually a winter. Snow is indispensable during winter. When there are no leaves left on the osmanthus trees, snow becomes the only coat for them to go through the winter. These osmanthus trees are so sweet not only because they smell sweet, but also because they record the growth of lives through a year and provide me with wonderful views of different seasons.
People in the apartment house are also sweet. I lived in this small apartment with my grandparents who are sweet people for six years since I was born. My grandma is from
J. Durso
9-16-2013
Assignment #1
The Sweet Six-Storied Apartment House
In the outskirt of Beijing, there are many six-storied apartment houses which look completely the same. It is in one of these simple and crude houses that my grandparents have been living for half of their lives, and this small apartment house is my home, which smells as sweet as the osmanthus flower and tastes as sweet as candied dates.
My home is in an old neighborhood, so the osmanthus trees in the neighborhood are tall with strong and thick limbs. These osmanthus trees stand straight along the path which is just beside the house, and they spread their branches until they reach each other. When the first raindrop of spring moistened the earth, sleeping lives were roused up. Every day I can find new buds coming out from the branches of the trees, until one day I am surprised by the green outside the window. It is just like that all turns green during one night. Trees become much leafier in summer. The crossing branches make the path a tunnel, and the cool shade they provide makes it easier for people in the neighborhood to go through summer. During fall, osmanthus trees beside the house are in blossom, and the aroma is so sweet that I almost become addicted to it. Every time when I smell the aroma, I feel peaceful inside my heart and find it easier to put my mind on my work. Then winter arrives. I always think that a winter without snow is not actually a winter. Snow is indispensable during winter. When there are no leaves left on the osmanthus trees, snow becomes the only coat for them to go through the winter. These osmanthus trees are so sweet not only because they smell sweet, but also because they record the growth of lives through a year and provide me with wonderful views of different seasons.
People in the apartment house are also sweet. I lived in this small apartment with my grandparents who are sweet people for six years since I was born. My grandma is from