What do you see outside your window?
Front view: Construction! |
I just read that for some states, people have
been quarantined for over 50 days. At
the 50 day mark in China, I asked my students to look out their window and
write a poem describing what they see. It’s
funny how the most basic and familiar view changes when you are asked to look
at it with new eyes for a class assignment.
Familiar views rarely register on our mind's eye. All that we can see is frustration with the neighbors’
trees, or the ugly low wall over there, or the lack of curtains on that window.
New eyes, however, can see the garden on the other side
of the wall, or the new bird’s nest in the tree, or a family argument in the apartment,
next door.
Back view: Jungle! |
Currently, outside our apartment window, we
have two starkly different scenes. At
the front of the apartment, you can see construction. My
familiar eyes see and hear the never-ending dirt tracked in the apartment, the
loud banging that goes on – weekday or weekend. (In China, there doesn’t seem
to clearly delineate weekends and holidays the way we do in the US. It’s currently May Day – the workers’ Labor
Day -- and still there are workers outside, banging away.)
But, if you look at the same scene with new
eyes, I think you’ll find it interesting what construction looks like over
here. Poles serve as scaffolding. Bare corrugated
metal are the workers’ support. A simple netting supposedly protects workers
from falls. Every time I walk outside, I
instinctively duck – afraid that something from above might come crashing down
on my head!
A picture of the new/refurbished apartments! |
The back window of our apartment provides a
stark contrast to the bustling construction sight. We’re the last row of apartments in the “First
Faculty Village” at Jiaotong. This means we back up to a green, leafy
wall. Stray cats and a few dogs can be
heard singing to each other as they stalk various critters in the early morning.
One cat jumped up to our barred windows on the second floor, and then flew like
an acrobat down to the wall below, when he discovered us planning classes.
On the other side of the wall is a high
school. To our left is a kindergarten
that, last fall, started every morning with a saccharine song. As Grace describes, in her poem below,
kindergarten has been discontinued for the rest of the year. I kind of miss that song that made my teeth
ache due to its “sweetness.”
Go ahead.
Look outside your window and see what you see.
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To inspire you, here are some poems by my students. It never fails to amaze me at how well they write in English. I can’t imagine writing this entry in Chinese….
Look out my window
Press the alarm to get up with sleepy eyes,
my little window-world appears.
Verdant leaves near my window
swaying wildly in nature’s breath.
On the branch the birds cheerful sing.
Watching the small square under the tree,
an old man there practices shadowboxing.
The flower shop sits across from the small square.
Some flowers are enjoying their sunbath
as they smell the bread from the bakery.
Office workers buy bread in a hurry;
crumbs fall to the ground while running.
The birds pick them up and fly back to the tree.
The leaves sway as the bird watches
the old man exercising. After
watching
this circular movie, my day begins.
--Zoe
From my window
Against my window stands
a stout wall of brick.
Scarcely the sun shines in-between.
But when it does, it warms the wall
to radiance: fawn, brown, claret, scarlet.
The bricks are squeezed like a mosaic.
They looked like Tetras or a gate
in a Nintendo video game
that shrinks on both sides
in its digital world: the 9 3/4 station
in the story of Harry Potter
Still not knowing the answer
I keep watching in wonder:
Wonder whether there is
another world behind the dullness of this.
--Doutzen
Sitting in my bay window, I enjoyed watching children
having fun on the playground down the road.
Ding—the bell across the way rang
at 7:30, on a December morning.
Children in the kindergarten rushed into their classroom.
They sang, they read, they played with each other in classrooms.
Ding—
The bell rang again,
It was a lovely break time.
Children in colors rushed back to the playground.
Laughing—friends shared snacks, games and secrets;
Crying—“enemies” fought with each other, someone lost, someone got
hurt;
Standing still— I thought about life and future— they worried about
sleep and food.
It was a warm winter day.
No cold wind, no snow, no ice covering the ground.
Dazzling sunshine, a gleaming swing, noisy air—vibrant.
That changed when an uninvited guest knocked at the door
Of beauty and hope, in the early spring.
His name is virus.
The kindergarten shut the door, sent children home.
And they never came back.
The vibrant colors disappeared,
The laughing is gone.
Stillness and horror overwhelmed the place,
leaving no hope behind—
I believe one day they will return and
hope will hollow the virus.
--Grace
(E71)
From My Window
Winter has left,
they say.
Needle-like
raindrops form curtains in the air;
Lightening plays
the introduction and the thunder responds.
I see in the
garden there are no buds or sprouts.
The river in front
is rising, becoming grumpy,
making her way
among crowded tall buildings.
Yet, winter has
left, they say.
Spring is coming,
they say.
A man with his
granddaughter in the distance,
with their masks
tightly on, hand-in-hand, jogging.
The street lamps
are on, dim, trembling and flashing.
Did that window on
the opposite just darken?
Yet, spring is
coming, they say.
Cherry blossoms look
beautiful from an online screen,
yet no flowers
blooming in my sight.
What was a picture
frame is now just a window.
“Winter has left;
spring is on the way,”
they firmly
say. “I miss you; I will come to meet
you in spring.”
I believe there
will be flowers when it stops raining.
--Scarlett
(E72)
From My Window
Early in the morning, when I was looking out from the window,
Stretching and yawning,
A tiny little fruit on the peach tree attracted my eyes.
It reminding me of that late summer afternoon,
when my little sister and I were loitering in the backyard,
And then spotted several peaches on the tree,
Green but big enough to arouse our appetite.
We picked a lot, but found
right away
that those cute greenish fruits were tasty only to the eyes.
Around the peach tree there is a lawn stretching upward, along the
slope,
“The grass was imported from
Germany.
It is short and
neat, surely the grass of choice for a backyard…”
the dealer said to my father when he bought the turf
to renovate our “grassy and messy backyard.”
My mother called it that —a firm and tough perfectionist.
Actually we loved the original one, where there were
exuberant plants of all kinds, whose name I never knew,
each accommodating friends whose impromptu concerts
in summer evenings would wipe out the heat
and render us cool and comfortable.
We love this one too, though.
The lawn, I mean.
Its layout is nice and neat.
Once in a while, Father would bring home some new friends
that he met on the way home and found suitable for our backyard family.
Now there is a Camellia tree, whose blossoms are like those of
roses,
though not with the same fragrance.
And there are some succulents as well,
Slumbering in the softy ground like newly born babies,
who have sweet dreams in the arms of Mother Earth.
And if you listen carefully, they will tell you numerous stories
About those ingenious musicians who dwelled at this place once upon
a time…
--Jessie
From my window
I live on the 25th
floor, which is almost 50 meters high.
I have the view of a bird
and can see miles and miles away. It used to be a small pine grove outside my
window. But now it has been replaced by skyscrapers. The peaceful and quiet
night has been turned into the whistle a cars.
Watching fireworks through
my window is the most interesting thing. It is very beautiful and quite
different from looking at them from the ground. I can look at them from the
side, or overlook them. They are much prettier from above. I can see
colorful flowers blossomed at night in an invisible grassland. They light the
night up.
However, the only problem
with my window is that it is so close to my neighbors’ that it is hard to
have any privacy when doing something loud. For me, it is playing music. But
for my neighbors, it is the fights between the parents and their child. She is
a beautiful girl. I met the girl once, which is unusual in today’s
modern society when neighbors do not have conversations. She was as beautiful
as the fireworks that I saw outside my window. Both she and the fireworks are
beautiful, fiery, invasive, and showed no fear. Their anger disappears after a few seconds.
On the evening of the New Year,
I enjoyed the free and peaceful time in my room after parties. Suddenly, the
boom of fireworks surprised me. Then came the sound of broken glass from my
neighbors' window, next door.
The first flower was red. It
exploded in the air without any fear or hesitation.
“Don't enter my room without my permission!”
“How dare you thunder out your orders at me?
I am your father!”
And then followed the
beautiful fireworks and screams.
To be honest, I was a
little mad at my neighbors, especially the girl who often acted impolitely to
her parents. But all of a sudden, I found her as gorgeous as fireworks. Not
everyone dares to fight with their parents, at least I dare not. She had
enough courage and strength to fight against the authority when she was in an unfavorable
condition. I do not support naughty kids but I really like those who have the
courage to express themselves. I admire the rebellious spirits who can show
their energy, courage potential, creativity and power.
Since then, I imagine
beautiful fireworks blooming outside the window whenever the girl roars.
-Beryl
So, go ahead.
Look out the window. What do you
see? An unripe peach? Fireworks? A feisty
and rebellious girl standing up to her parents?
It’s interesting how sometimes it takes a pandemic to turn a window into
a picture frame, a brick wall into a game of tetras. The ordinary and familiar are all actually
full of stories and poetry.
The High School that our back wall hugs. This is the front of the school They are getting ready to welcome students back! |
Kids exercising with their parents in our compound |
More kids exercising |
A beautiful window view of Hong Kong! |
A window view of Jiaotong University |
A different window view -- This time of Pingyao, the ancient city we visited at the end of December |
The view from our hotel window in Pingyao |
A friend's view in the north of Xi'an. She works at Chang'an University |
Me, enjoying her view |
My friend from Chang'an: Olivia's view comes with a swing! |
The view from my class window. Notice the smog! |
A much clearer view from the window, after the city has been shutdown by the virus! |
Lovely post. Out my window I see the orchid I hung from the tree yesterday, a roseated spoonbill, two white ducks and a multitude of squirrels, blue jays and doves.
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