Saturday, September 19, 2020

32 years ago...

Today was the 32-year anniversary of me being in this country.  I found the 2 diary entries I made right before I left Beijing and right after I arrived in Chicago -- pretty incredible how we dared to drop everything and just came to a strange place...


1988.9.13(二)

 
到了最后的时刻,也许这是我在中国的最后一篇日记了。

几经周折和苦难,终于要出国了,这对我到底意味着什么呢?要走了,离开这温暖的家,离开妈妈,这对我到底意味着什么呢?

明天下午上火车,15日到上海,19日从香港飞美国。这期间的艰难旅途无人知晓

这本日记到这里就结束了。留给我的后代,但这对他们又会意味着什么呢?

别了,旧日的生活;
别了,养育我的家;
别了,妈妈

创业艰难!
 

1988.9.21 (三)

一切梦想都成了现实,
在这现实之中,
生活竟好似梦幻一般。

919日下午4点到芝加哥,我像仍在飞机上漂然,完全在梦中了。无意中踏上了梦寐以求的土地... 这是新生活的开始。尽管我根本不知新生活会给我带来什么,但我深深地意识到,这种新生活对我整个一生的影响都是无法估量的!

Venturing Out (3)

It feels like Fall now, especially early in the morning.  There is this crisp, fresh coolness in the air that wakes you up, especially when you're out in the middle of nowhere... 

After 2 hours and 113 miles, we arrived at a vineyard in Michigan.  The old couple greeted me with warm smiles and directed me to the location of 2 specific types grapes I was interested in: Concord and Jupiter. It was a sunny, beautiful day with mild winds spreading the sweet smell of the concord.  It reminded me of my childhood days when concord grapes were our family favorites.  Little Jupiter grapes were not only tasty, but also beautiful -- hanging there waiting for you to envy them and love them back. At that moment, the world returned back to normal.  The sun was still shining, the wind was still waving, the gentle sweetness in the air was still enticing... The grape-picking experience was calm, pleasant and relaxing -- you'd take your time, pick your favorite bunch of grapes and let your mind wondering freely... 

Why is this not heaven on earth???

Vineyard, Michigan
September 18, 2020