when i looked out of my window...
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When l lookI love the scene outside my window: in the morning, birds are flying gaily in the sky and jumping between the tree branches; a beam of sunlight and a gentle breeze makes your whole day fresh. In the afternoon, girls play basketball happily at the far end of the playground. Their screams always make my heart jump. Night is the calmest time. All you can hear is the lullaby sung by the grasshoppers. A few bright stars blink their eyes and watch you sleep.
However, I could only enjoy these lovely scenes and share the happiness of the birds and the girls from behind the window in my room.
There was a knock at my door. Clare’s face appeared through the gap between the door and the wall.
“Hi! How do you feel today?” said Clare.
I gave her a big smile. “I’m very good. What story you want me to tell you tonight?”
Clare is my dorm-mate. She is a year younger than me and has just entered the college this year. She was allocated to this dormitory and lives in the next room. The first time I saw her, she was sobbing in the little garden at the rear of the dormitory. I came up to her and asked her what had made her so upset. She rubbed her eyes and whispered, “I miss my mom”. Then she threw herself toward me. I patted her shaking shoulders and led her to my room. I told her a story of a little girl who had lost her mother when she was born. She struggled to make a living and she encountered many hardships. Finally, her talent was discovered and she started a new meaningful life. Clare loved the story and asked if she could be the same as the girl. I said: “Of course you can. Besides, you are luckier than her as you have a mother who loves you so much.” Clare grinned at me and the sadness in her face vanished. Since then, when she feels unhappy or can’t sleep, she comes and asks me to tell her a story.
“No. But I’m very happy today. Do you know why? Let me tell you Sarah, our team won the basketball competition today! I made four baskets! Do you know how exciting the competition was….”
I can’t remember what Clare said afterward. At that moment, the picture I had seen in the afternoon floating in my mind: through the window, I heard the sound from the playground. A group of girls were running behind the ball. Some were jumping, some were chasing behind the ball. They were all shouting, like soldiers fighting at the front-line of the battlefield. A girl with a red ribbon in her ponytail caught my eye; her movements were full of energy. Every time she leapt, the ball was fully in her control. No one could get near her, or the ball. She ran with ease, like a snake, so fast, without leaving a mark on the ground.