[Daily English Reading] places and people

 

Author: gnuhpc
Source: http://www.cnblogs.com/gnuhpc/

Where you are dropped, as the saying is, is who you are, at least in a certain limited sense. if you are dropped in Bitlis but are soon taken to New York, Bitlis is less who you are than New York is. but the place you knew first is at least a large part of who you are. places make people. they very definitely do, almost physically. places procreate. they are part of the human procreation process. there are both men and women who wouldn't think of engaging in the procreative act in certain places of the world, and there are other places in which nothing seems more right and pleasant. there are places that are all business, and places that are all fun and frolic, and still other places that are all light and Song and the senses and love. after the world, after being anywhere at all, my place was Fresno, and as far as I am concerned it was the very best possible place for me to be ---- and for this reason: that's where I was dropped. the minute we met, that was it. we belonged to each other. forever. it was a fact. I was born there. I wasn't born in bitils, Marseilles, London, New York, or anywhere else. I was born in Fresno. it was my place. I loved it. I hated it. but had I been born in Paris, I wowould have loved Paris, And I wowould have hated it. fresno had great early appeal for me. it had a fine smell of dust, of the desert, of rocks baking in the sun, of sandCactus ([ˈ K æ KT ə S] n. cactus)Growing out of it, of water flowing in rivers and ditches, of leaf and blossom and fruit. It also had all of the smells of rot, decay, and ferment: the great heaps of grapePulp([P weight LP] n. sauce; pulp) and skin atWineries (Winery['Wain Alibaba Ri] n. Brewery)Sent a smell all through the town if there was a little wind stirring. there were also the magnificent smells in the house in which one did one's early time: the very Wils themselves, the people who lived in the house, and the things they cooked or baked: armenian bread, for instance, in the three popular forms prepared by the Saroyan family: the round, wafer-thin flat bread, the Oval loaf bread only an inch or two thick, and the diamond-shaped little loaves of butter bread. there was also always the smell of various green things, or growing things ---- parsley,Mint ([Mint] n. Mint), Basil, onions, bell peppers, tomatoes,Cucumbers ([Dig kju: K then MB] n. Cucumber), And so on and so forth. All of these things were a part of the place, and very quickly a part of me. Fresno was my place, and my family was my place

Region and character

As the old saying goes, the place where you were born will mark you, at least in a limited sense. If you were born in bits and then moved to New York, you can become more from New York than from New York. But the place you first met at least determines to a large extent what kind of person you will become. A region can create a person. They do have such functions, mostly in form. The environment can raise people. They are part of the human breeding process. In some parts of the world, many men and women do not want to participate in the birth of future generations. There are also some places where nothing makes people feel more comfortable and comfortable. In some places, there is anxiety, joy and playfulness in some places, and joy and singing in some places, rippling with reason and enthusiasm.

When I came to this world and visited other places, I found that the most suitable place for me was fresnow------ because I was born there ------ it was doomed when I met it. We belong to each other and always belong. I was born in fresnow, not bitris, Marseille, London, New York or somewhere else. Fresnow is my birthplace, where it is my home. I love it, and I hate it. But even if I was born in Paris, I love and hate Paris. Fresnow deeply attracted me: there is a scent of soil, the vast desert, the hot rocks baked in the hot sun, and the rough sandy land that grows the cactus, there is the joy of the waves in the Creek Canal, the green shade of the orchards and vineyards built into a geometric frame, and the fragrance of fallen leaves, flower buds and fruits. Of course, there is also a smell of decay, deterioration, fermentation: breeze blowing, a pile of pulp and peel next to the winery will smell the whole town. There is also a warm atmosphere from the houses built in the early years: the walls built by the House, the people living in the house, and the food they cook and bake: for example, three popular Armenia breads prepared by the sluoyang family: Round crispy bread, one or two-inch thick elliptical bread, and square-shaped buttered bread. There is always a variety of green plants or the breath of thriving plants-parsley, mint, Basil, onions, green peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers and so on. All these things are part of fresnow and part of me.

Fresnow is my home, and my family is in fresnow.

 

Author: gnuhpc
Source: http://www.cnblogs.com/gnuhpc/