Undergraduate / "my hometown in Sichuan province and went to Shenzhen" essay--topic of my choice [4]

Three years ago, dragging heavy luggage, crossing foreign streets, I came to Shenzhen. On the first day of my high school, I burst into tears. I could not see mother's gentle smile and intimate friends but all unfamiliar schoolmates. I could not hear familiar hometown dialect but Cantonese which I totally could not understand. At 15, I left my hometown in Sichuan province and went to Shenzhen to get education here alone.

At the beginning, life was in a mess. The first typhoon hit, I was caught in the classroom alone and cried helplessly because I could not picked up by my parents. The first time I cooked, I cut my finger and bleeding but didn't what to do. The first exam I took was failed because I hadn't got accustomed to the new environment. It was also the first time that I realized how weak and fragile when I could not count on my parents for the first time in my life.

One day, however, I found a yellowed note in my diary. On the note, it was one sentence written in childish handwriting: Tomorrow is another day. Mummy, everything will get fine. After seeing this, my eyes welled up with tears. Here, I was 10. My grandfather was seriously ill at sudden. I put this note into my mom's bag when she rushed to attend dying grandfather in the midnight. I guessed my mother was very sad at that time. I didn't know how to comfort her but wrote that note to encourage her to be strong and optimistic.

Another day, accidently, I found a message which I sent to my father in my cell phone It said: For those people who really love you, your value doesn't from what you have, but who you are. In blurry eyes, I recalled it was in sixth grade, my father quit a stable job and went Guangdong to search new opportunities alone. Life was extremely hard at first and things were not as good as he expected. When I first saw this sentence, I was moved and sent to dad immediately in hope of bringing him courage and support.

When I saw these two things, I suddenly realized that my parents also had hard times in their lives. However, they overcome them with courage and independence. When I was a kid, I already knew the importance of being strong when facing difficulties. So this time, I have no reason to be weak! With my parents' love and support, I have to learn to be strong and independent!

I wiped out tears and faced the life with new attitudes. I taught myself Cantonese and talked with my classmates even though they often laughed me at my poor accent. I watched local TV series to learn the new culture and got accustomed to their lifestyle. I also learned to endure the loneliness and think deeply. I enjoy reading books alone in the library for a whole day and running at night, thinking freely. Moreover, I learned to do housework and made my life well-organized..

From grade10, I became a volunteer and went to a primary school for migrant workers' children in suburb every weekend. I taught children English and Math, brought them candy and played hide and seek with them. Although their parents do the heaviest work but have the lowest status in society, these kids are pure and happy. Once, a little girl came to me and cried sadly. She told me that her father hadn't been home for four days. I hugged her and told her my experience to encourage her to be strong and independent. Their smiles lighting up faces when ate candy and the feeling when I hugged that girl really touched me. I realized that I can not only be strong myself but also bring other warmth and courage.

Three year past, when I waved farewell to my school, I cried again. Not because of weak but my deep love and appreciation.