For many of us from mainland China, no matter from small, medium, or large families, from cities or countries, sharing rooms is very typical during our childhood and teenage time. My family started from a two bedroomed unit, later to a 3-bedroomed one. Since then a family of two children, my younger sister and I each had a bedroom. But in fact my bedroom did not only belong to myself, it was only the room where I sleep and study, so was my sister’s. A lot family stuffs were jammed into every corner of the not so big building unit. During daytime, my parents constantly got into my room taking whatever needed. My bedroom door remained open for most times including bedtimes.
When got older but still lingered to our parents, we started to grow more independency and also needed more space and to expend our mental territory. Within the very limited physical distance, privacy was only a luxury dream, or, I might not even have had a dream of privacy. Don’t laugh at me, hey, babie, I was born and grew up this way. From positive side, this habitat might help to build up tighter family bound of common Chinese families. Everywhere and anytime, you could feel the watchful eyes of your parents. Countless times I got caught playing during study times. Did I really have play time? Not much if not none, I thought my times were only dining and studying. Parents sneaked in and watched over your shoulders, hey, there went your novels. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents for whole heart and soul, only the lingering love might sometimes tired me up a little bit.
When at home, nowhere and no time, I was not under the supervision and monitor of my parents, except… … except one place and one time… …the washroom and stooling time. Being adolescence I had all good reasons to latch the door when I was in. I cherished the feeling of releasing burden and the moment truly by myself. Though I had been warned from time to time not to take any books into the washroom, I always managed to sneak one, even during hot summer time wearing only a short. Don’t ask me how. I always spent more time than I should inside the washroom, on the toilet to be exact, enjoyed the moment of quietness and solitariness. Less than half of my reading before my 20s might be done on toilets.
Do you remember to write any family topic assignments at school? Several times for me, in my middle school as a growing teen with more of own mindset when I received the writing assignment “ Your favorite room”, I with no hesitation wrote: My favorite room is the washroom, my favorite seat is the toilet… It is said earlier living habits could last for a whole life. It’s so true to me, the toilet complexity has been affecting me till now.
Memory is a bittersweet thing, innocence has left me long long time ago, life is a one way ticket, there is no way going back. But whenever I remember the good old days, it’s all full of happiness and sweetness. Bitterness? I forgot somehow… …
babie means someone thats adorable, usually used in stan twitter. someone who is being cute, acting soft or a particular way. can be used to describe someone who is babie.
我是用英文构思的,就直接用英文写了.
For many of us from mainland China, no matter from small, medium, or large families, from cities or countries, sharing rooms is very typical during our childhood and teenage time. My family started from a two bedroomed unit, later to a 3-bedroomed one. Since then a family of two children, my younger sister and I each had a bedroom. But in fact my bedroom did not only belong to myself, it was only the room where I sleep and study, so was my sister’s. A lot family stuffs were jammed into every corner of the not so big building unit. During daytime, my parents constantly got into my room taking whatever needed. My bedroom door remained open for most times including bedtimes.
When got older but still lingered to our parents, we started to grow more independency and also needed more space and to expend our mental territory. Within the very limited physical distance, privacy was only a luxury dream, or, I might not even have had a dream of privacy. Don’t laugh at me, hey, babie, I was born and grew up this way. From positive side, this habitat might help to build up tighter family bound of common Chinese families. Everywhere and anytime, you could feel the watchful eyes of your parents. Countless times I got caught playing during study times. Did I really have play time? Not much if not none, I thought my times were only dining and studying. Parents sneaked in and watched over your shoulders, hey, there went your novels. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents for whole heart and soul, only the lingering love might sometimes tired me up a little bit.
When at home, nowhere and no time, I was not under the supervision and monitor of my parents, except… … except one place and one time… …the washroom and stooling time. Being adolescence I had all good reasons to latch the door when I was in. I cherished the feeling of releasing burden and the moment truly by myself. Though I had been warned from time to time not to take any books into the washroom, I always managed to sneak one, even during hot summer time wearing only a short. Don’t ask me how. I always spent more time than I should inside the washroom, on the toilet to be exact, enjoyed the moment of quietness and solitariness. Less than half of my reading before my 20s might be done on toilets.
Do you remember to write any family topic assignments at school? Several times for me, in my middle school as a growing teen with more of own mindset when I received the writing assignment “ Your favorite room”, I with no hesitation wrote: My favorite room is the washroom, my favorite seat is the toilet… It is said earlier living habits could last for a whole life. It’s so true to me, the toilet complexity has been affecting me till now.
Memory is a bittersweet thing, innocence has left me long long time ago, life is a one way ticket, there is no way going back. But whenever I remember the good old days, it’s all full of happiness and sweetness. Bitterness? I forgot somehow… …
我记忆中最难忘的是家乡的油桐树。小时，每当想忙里偷闲或想逃避现实，就找一株大桐树，在那有小树枝保护的横枝上静静地躺一会。恢复高考，考完试后，一个躺在桐树顶端的梦消解了那段长期等待中的焦急。
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估计你妹不太喜欢你这个阅读习惯。。。
是不是应该是 bond, instead of bound？
可以解释得少一些，再简洁些，就更有趣，幽默了
wingreen 其中之一。
其实整个一大家子人住在一间屋的情况，比比皆是-呵呵 那个年代
在13岁左右，突然想要摆脱父母说教、关怀，渴望拥有自己的独立生活，决意从一间正规卧室搬出来，要求住到楼上二层半的一个堆杂物的阁楼上。父母和姐姐一时傻眼，以为我中了什么邪。原本我和姐姐都有自己的独立卧室，并且房间里衣柜、妆台、书桌、床头柜都齐全。父母和姐姐平常都住在一楼，家里偶尔来亲戚串门，才会住到二楼。而我执拗地在小阁楼上住了有十来天，母亲不放心只好在二楼陪睡。放到现在让我搬到小阁楼上，我都没有那个胆，小阁楼在二层半，黑乎乎的，平时大家都不上去的。然后不知为什么没有坚持住下去，兴许是不方便，肯定不是因为害怕。
lingered, cherish, burden, stooling...
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babie means someone thats adorable, usually used in stan twitter. someone who is being cute, acting soft or a particular way.
can be used to describe someone who is babie.
我的第一个房子是老式的，里面倒挺漂亮，但就一个卫生间。一次一家朋友来做客。这太太爱臭美，早上一起来就占住卫生间，我觉得起码有一个多小时。
记得那句话"两分钟有多久？取决于你在厕所里还是在外等着呢！“