Iˊd always want to have a house arounded by a white picket fence.The house, well over a hundred years old ,faded white with a large front porch ,has sat back form a quite road .The dirt yard will always be swept clean ,and flowers burst forth form the soft ground .I,the owner of the house ,an aproned woman ,will rake,sweep ,tend the flowers ,cut the grass out back .Maybe ,i will ,also ,hire a experienced and elderly carpenter to add a rose trellis and a gazebo ,he may paint it all snow-white ,and then the house to match .
When my neighborhoods are passing by ,they would wave and say "hi " to me .At the same time ,i would stand up straight and wipe my hands on my apron ,"well ,hey ,sweeties ".
"your fence .it's so beautiful "
I smile ,"yes ,thank you ,it's my pride"
After dinner,I will walk over worn carprt across wooden floors and out to the front porch ,sit on my rocker ,stare long and hard at my neat little white fence or do something else .
I know ,it's hard to come ture.especially in china .but ,just as an old saying ,"The only thing life really promises us is pain ,it's up to us to create joy " .there is no reason for me to give up my dream ,no matter it's get bitter or better .