First

This time stay in the United States, in the aunt's home, leisure, looking up to heaven, they feel as if the United States, blue days that children were juveniles under brush childhood. This is my second trip to the United States, and after a lapse of four years later, in this foreign land of the country, gives me the feeling it is not the same.

Grown up in this time of the journey, through a lot the first time.

For the first time by himself to sleep in the room. 13 years old, has never himself slept. A huge room, only the moon star point gap in the curtains tilt over, shone a little lonely. Ear quiet, only the window of the cicadas and their gentle breathing that, in this quiet, and yet is also exceptionally sweet sleep.

The first dishwashing. Had previously been living that dishwashing is dirty, brush off after the hands are always greasy feel very sick. But when I really had a brush after, even if it felt dirty when I see neat also placed a shiny bowl, the exhilaration of immediately leapt to my mind, this is my labor ah!

The first cut their own fruit and the fruit cut into small pieces with a bowl good. Am happy to cut their own fruit. Also felt that their fruit is exceptionally sweet too! But some fly in the ointment is that the fruit itself is not that big, they can cut through I finished, I am afraid not much has got left in the.

The first time to take the initiative to greet someone. Before I met a stranger, always pretended not to see the way to hide the past. But in the United States, the morning went for a walk, had to face the Americans, and I always say hello, "Hi", "Hello", "Good morning", "Have a good day", or nod and smile. Only a stranger, such a call, what will be brought to people's warmth and comfort?

The first hoeing. Home in the aunt's yard filled with weeds. This has nothing else to do, I learn more grandparents began to hoe. Scorching sun, soon, already sweating, back pain, hands worn the red. May at this time, I can not help but think about it every day to farmers under the hot sun uncle. The hard rain or shine, those who harvest crops, how much sweat is water made it?

This time of the trip, I experienced a lot, experienced, learned, also grew up.