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To My Lost YouthAlisonAn ugly girlI am an ugly girl, which everyone told me from my birth. My aunt wouldn't like to take care of me. My parents didn’t take a 100th day photo for me, which nearly all parents would do for a souvenir. Whenever people around tell me such fact, I would smile silently, hoping my forgiveness would left a different impression on them. But,the reality didn't turn out as I expected.When I was five or six years old, I was going to have a short living at my aunt’s. At the gate of my aunt’s, we met her neighbor, a forty-year-old housewife, fashionable. She asked my aunt curiously “who is she ?”"what is wrong?" my aunt answered politely with a smile on her face. "How ugly she is! " She responded arrogantly. As young I was, I could sense her disdain for me in her straightforward words. The moment I lowed my head, a drop of tear drooped down. I didn't know how to carry off such an embarrassing situation, just stood there quietly, as if I had done something wrong. At that moment, my grandma obviously getting angry, responded loudly "Ugly? I don’t think so. However ugly my granddaughter is, she is my sweetheart. " My grandpa’s words lingered around my ears and such a situation curved hardly in my memory. Even today I remember how frustrated I was in such a dilemma and how brave and firm my grandma was when she protected me from the hush words. Had Experiencing so many such situations, I tried my best to adapt to their careless words and to accept the fact that I am an ugly girl. For what I can change is myself. You may comfort me like that “One day, the ugly duck will become the white swan.” But I think it is imposable. As the major premise of such outstanding transition is that the ugly duke originally is a swan. While, I am not. Anyway, let nature takes its course.My mother tells me that true inner detachment manifests as the ability to be immune to what people think or say about you.I can’t make it. But, I am trying.My FamilyI am the oldest one of the threes children. My parents support the family by doing business, always rushing for business day and night.My father is short-tempered and impatient. As young as 13-month old, I was lifted up over his head and threw hardly to the corner of the sitting room, just because of my vesting cry. As for his impatience, even mymother could’t stand him. When working with him, you must be wholehearted with quick response, which, to be frank, was not an easy job for a child in her teens. Thus, when my father called us for a help, my sister and brother would pretend as the deaf and slipped away with evil grit. While, I had no choice but go to help my father. Another occasion repeatedly occurred in my family. My father happened to use his ID card, which he could’t find anywhere. Then we three would rush to every room, searching for his ID card up and down, carefully and hurriedly. If we couldn’t find it out unfortunately, there would be a storm in my family. Yo u could sense the air frozen, depressive. In such a tense atmosphere, we tended to sneak into our bedroom, sighing heavily, helpless.In my home, the last thing I was willing to do was answering phones. The caller usually spoke dialects in a very fast way and just for once. “Who is it ? For what?” “sorry”I couldn’t catch anything except some words like “Hello”. “Even such trivial things you can’t do.” Seeing my restlessness, my father walked away in a hurry. When I coul dn’t stand my father, I would hided i n the washing room, sobbing passionately. When I heard footsteps approaching, I washed my face with cold water franticly and walked out easily, as if I wasn’t the girl in deep depressive and aggrieved. Perhaps, you will not believe that once I purposely practiced dialects. Each world was marked in pinyin. I read word by word repeatedly. Even today my father believes that I pick up dialects just for fun.Sometimes I can't help feeling that it is really a miracle to survive in such a depressed family environment. However, I have to admit that I do learn patience and endurance.On the other hand, my father attaches great importance to family education, which lays solid foundation for my future career.SeriousI remembered that afternoon. I walked into the sitting room, seeing my father was sweeping the floor in the bent seriously. The broom was sweeping over and over in the corner of the block, where I had cleaned a few minutes before. Suddenly, my face got burning.My father often tells me that never do it, unless do it the best. That time, he set an good example by personally taking part in. Maybe, a good example is the best sermon. After that accident, I developed a good habit of seriousness.IndependentWhen I was very young, My dad began to purposely teach me how to get independent.When I was 12 years old, I, taking four packs containing beddings and household items, rode the bus for my new junior high school. It took me two hours to reach the new school. Before I started my trip, my father said to me ser iously “There might be some difficulties, but I still want you to do it by yourself. When outside, you are alone. You must learn how to get independent”. Along the way, I was upset how to deal with my luggage. I had to go through the procedures. And, during this period, it was not possible to carry my luggage all the way. Just as my father had told me, the whole day, I was running around the offices, even having no time to have lunch. Finally I completed all the trivial things, sat on the bed, watching my classmate's mother making her bed carefully. Suddenly I felt so poor, for it was the first time to live in a strange place alone. Many years passed, I had accustomed to deal things independently.At high school, I had to get up at 3:00 to take bus for home. Two hours later, at about 5:00, I arrived the nearest station, 8 miles away from my home. As my father did not had a custom of getting up early, I often walked home on myself, singing all the way to encourage myself. Many interesting things happened. Once, I pac ed back and forth for several times in my community, just couldn’t find my home. Another time, the snow was so heavy that it covered the roads completely. I missed the road which leaded to my home. At the most miserable time, I missed the appointment which my father was waiting for me. He said he would pick me up. It would be a happy thing, but was messed by my carelessness. I felt guilty, wondering my dad must get angry. I quickly shouted at the driver to stop the bus. It was dark outside. I did not know how far I was from the place where my father was waiting for me. Carrying my luggage, I walked alone the main road. At that moment, I would rather my father had forgot our appointment. Not knowing how long I had covered, suddenly it began to rain. Without umbrellas, I had to put my bag over my head, running all the way. The rain was beating on my face. Far away, I caught the vision of my father. He drove slowly, looking right and left for me. I waved toward him excitedly. Suddenly, my father’s poker f ace shined a hint of a smile. I hastened into the car and apologized to him. To my surprise, my father did not blame me, just looked at me for several seconds, then gently petted on my head, and drove the car home. From that time, I knew maybe I misunderstood my father. He cared about me, really.StudyMy parents had no choice but drop out because of poverty of their family. So they pined expectations on me, hoping I could get ahead in school. They were very strict to me in study.I skipped grades, not attending kindergarten. In first grade of primary school, I performed bad in studybecause of poor basic knowledge. My parents were worried about it. At that time, my classmates often laughed at me. I felt inferiority. Examinations always put a lot of stress on me. I remembered the day before exams, on the way home, I held the new pencil tightly, kept telling myself “D on't be afraid; Don't be nervous” One minute before the exam, I still was reciting reviews. My hands kept trembling the moment I got examination papers. So, taking examinations was the thing I was scared of the most.When I was in the second grade, I made better performance. At the first midterm exam, I ranked first, which was a major turning point in my academic career. How cheerful it was. Such astonishing transformation also surprised my parents. In the following five years, my school performance was stable, ranking fairly high among the whole school, except that exam in the second half of the semester. I was the fifth in that exam. My mother was so mad that she pulled my ears, with her teeth baring and grinning, and yelled loudl y “What on earth do you want to do? Don't you want to pass university entrance exams?” As a result, I was shut in the study through the whole winter vacation, doing oceans of homework, boring and dull. Even on the Spring Festival, I was not allowed to hang out with my friends. At that time, I felt inferior to the extreme. The whole holiday, my parents were not nice to me. I didn’t know how I went through such gloomy and repressive days.At junior and senior high school, with heavy schoolwork, I didn't have a bit of free time. Even at breaking time, I was doing my homework. I was such a dull person.There will always return. Fortunately, I successfully passed the university entrance exam and landed in English Department.Schooldays at university were relatively pleasant. Schoolwork was easy. But exam still haunted me trepidation. Sometimes I would wake up from nightmares, in which I was late for exams or I did not finish the examination paper when time was up. How terrible it was. The days when I prepared for the postgraduate entrance examination,were really tedious. I went to the self-study room in the first wisp of sunshine and returned to the dormitory in the moonlight. In times of stress, I would run away from such depressive staff, indulged in my own world. The days of the exam were approaching. Two days before the exam, my close friend came to visit me. we stood face to face in the sunshine,cheerfully describing how wonderful life would be after exam. Suddenly I turned my back to her, keeping my head held high in order to hold back tears. Noticing something was wrong with me, she made a detour, stood before me, wiped out tears on my cheeks and hugged me tightly. “Everyt hing will be OK.” She murmured for several times. Two days latter, when I completed the last piece of paper, raised my head and looked at the other candidates around. I told myself “Everything is over.”Work experienceAt university, I have done some part-time jobs, like tutor, teacher, promotor and so on. However, these are not like full-time jobs. In April, I came to Beijing. Considering I was too bookish, I preferred a job beyond my profession in a real estate company, which could enhance social ability in a short time. As I had expected, it was a high demanding task. I had to work from 8 a.m. to 11 p.m, one-day break in each month. Th e basic wage is 3000 RM. After two-day training, I started my new job. My first task was to get familiar with each community of Chongwen District, including a range of apartment layout maps. I had to remember such trivial things like “How many bins in the community”. It lasted for ten days. During that time, I went back and forth, trying to remember the surrounding of the community. For some time, I went into a deep depression and could have given up entirely. Then, I accepted some professional training, including how to calculate the tax, how to help the customer loan from banks.After nearly half-month training, I started my real work. Each day, we gave calls to potential customers, asking them whether they need service in house deal. Distributing leaflets at the gate of the community, malls or supermarkets was also my business. I aways dragged myself home, tired out. Every day I was doing the same repeated things under routine.I made the first deal dramatically. It was on the threshold of the third months, I would leave for graduate school the next month. However, there was a set of house still at my hand. The owner of the house was intended to exchange a bigger one with the money got from the old one. So, every day at six o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the afternoon, I stood holding a board bearing advertisement about that house at the gate of the community, just like what a promotor did in the supermarket. No matter how bad the whether was, I never loaf on the job. When it rains, I would have to go to a small pavilion for shelter . The day I met Mr. Jiang was very hot. I had stood in the sun for seven hours. He looked a little tired with one of the trouser legs rolled up, his hair messy. From the appearance, he looked like a farmer. Out of work, I asked him whether he had an intention to buy a house. Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang asked me to recommend some houses in Chongwen District. But, when I leaded him into the community, Mr. Jiang hesitated. He rushed away to pick up his wife and daughter, asked me to wait for a moment. According to my experience, I asserted firmly that it was an excuse to walk away. Perhaps he felt shy to directly refuse me. I waited for a while, of course, not purposely waiting for Mr.Jiang. It was not the right time to finish my work. Not for a while, I heard someone in the discussion about the community. Looking back, I saw Mr.Jiang, his wife and daughter walking forward to me. I immediately hit the spirit and invited them to visit the house. Later, I learnt that Mr.Jiang was planing to buy a house at about 3,000,000.RM for his son. At my invitation, Mr.Jiang agreed with me to have a look at other communities. My manager introduced many kinds of house according to their requirement. Finally, Mr.Jiang decided to consult with his son, who was on his business tip out ofBeijing. On the second days, Mr.Jiang required to have a look at other larger houses. We recommend the most cost-effective one, which both Mr.Jiang and his son were very satisfied and paid a deposit of 200,000RM. In this way, a set of house worthy 5,000,000 was sold out in two days by a newer.To outsiders, I, as a rookie, am very lucky. In fact, it is not so. They have not seen me at the eleven o'clock in the evening, I alone run all over the parking lot and put the leaflets in the gap between the windshield and the glass; They do not know even at six in the morning, I stand at the gate of the residential area to recommend the houses. It is said that all things will come round to you, if you will wait. Maybe it is true. I did what I can do and get my first bonuses.The endingMan’s youth is a wonderful thing：it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is，until it has gone from him forever. It is the thing he cannot bear to lose；it is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret；it is the thing whose loss with a sad and secret joy；it is the thing he would never willingly relive again. That is youth.I am always wondering what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life. All passes; nothing lasts：the moment that we put our hand upon it, it melts away like smoke, gone forever. You see, life flies in such way. When we are old, we will recall the days when we are young; the days in pleasant, the days in sorrow, the days when we are in ups and downs, twists and turns. As it is said, life is a box of chocolate, you never know what you would get. But whatever you get, tressure it. For it is what makes you a complete life.。