Dodo went out to see her friends at noon. Skipped a PE class. It doesn't make sense to stay at home watching a PE session on TV. I fully agreed.
Then I persuaded Zz to have pizza in sun under a spring tree. His classmate passed by, in a mask. He was embarrassed: It's her idea, not me...
Online schooling doesn't work for them. Dodo keeps chatting with friends, Zz can't finish all the homework now and then. If it works, that's true love for study. If not, they are just human.
The online classroom will immediately disconnect when time runs out.
So one day boys counting down in the class chatbox: 3 mins left... 2 mins left...
The teacher finally burst out: I don't need you to count down for me!
One day in the supermarket, transportation was very difficult at that time, so shelves were half empty.
A man walked around, not much to buy. Really no good options.
Then he stopped and took a box of ice cream of last summer.
It was an enlightening moment, yes, ice cream!
I told AQi about this on our way drove back to Dad:
And there was this mid-aged man in the grocery shop: Er, two boxes of chips? Days are rather boring now...
We laughed.
In the kitchen on new year's days, I kept thinking of grandma. The dishes she cooked in those early days. The fried eggs with bamboo shoots. When there was one dish short in springtime, she would say, so let's fry some egg with bamboo shoots, just go and cut a few back in the bamboo forest over there. They were instantly ready. And she always said I was the smart girl that can find the new bamboo shoots.
And many winter noons we walked back home from school, she had that little pot with pork cabbage soup on the oven, rustling and bubbling, the aroma filling up the kitchen.
I never thought of these. They surged up themselves, silently and strong. The powerful old details.
The online schooling talked about the virus situation. Zz watched and ran back to me excitedly: See? The TV program said: Comfort your children and don't let them go panic! Exactly! Come and comfort me: I am panic.
He was scared, weeks before when the numbers kept climbing up every morning.
Then it came the spring: plum, peach, sakura, wisteria, one after another.
Then I persuaded Zz to have pizza in sun under a spring tree. His classmate passed by, in a mask. He was embarrassed: It's her idea, not me...
Online schooling doesn't work for them. Dodo keeps chatting with friends, Zz can't finish all the homework now and then. If it works, that's true love for study. If not, they are just human.
The online classroom will immediately disconnect when time runs out.
So one day boys counting down in the class chatbox: 3 mins left... 2 mins left...
The teacher finally burst out: I don't need you to count down for me!
One day in the supermarket, transportation was very difficult at that time, so shelves were half empty.
A man walked around, not much to buy. Really no good options.
Then he stopped and took a box of ice cream of last summer.
It was an enlightening moment, yes, ice cream!
I told AQi about this on our way drove back to Dad:
And there was this mid-aged man in the grocery shop: Er, two boxes of chips? Days are rather boring now...
We laughed.
In the kitchen on new year's days, I kept thinking of grandma. The dishes she cooked in those early days. The fried eggs with bamboo shoots. When there was one dish short in springtime, she would say, so let's fry some egg with bamboo shoots, just go and cut a few back in the bamboo forest over there. They were instantly ready. And she always said I was the smart girl that can find the new bamboo shoots.
And many winter noons we walked back home from school, she had that little pot with pork cabbage soup on the oven, rustling and bubbling, the aroma filling up the kitchen.
I never thought of these. They surged up themselves, silently and strong. The powerful old details.
The online schooling talked about the virus situation. Zz watched and ran back to me excitedly: See? The TV program said: Comfort your children and don't let them go panic! Exactly! Come and comfort me: I am panic.
He was scared, weeks before when the numbers kept climbing up every morning.
Then it came the spring: plum, peach, sakura, wisteria, one after another.
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