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关闭窗口 I clearly remember my last day in England, especially the last moment when I stared into the distance at the vast, incredibly green grassland as well as the brilliant blue sky above. I was standing next to the van that was taking me to the airport. That was my last look at Felsted, maybe in my life. Time seemed to stop at the point when I was trying my best to remember all the things I was looking at, everything. The suitcases were already up in the van. We were getting on another van. Through the transparent window, I saw James, Oliver, Felsted staff, standing on the pavement, waving to us. The van started, James ran over to press his hands on the window. I was waving wildly inside the van, hoping to see James’s face……That was my last glance at James. Then, his face was a blur. I tried to sniff back a tear but failed. I knew it was the END. It was not until the END that I realised how much I didn’t want to leave. “How time flies!” was the only thing I could say. It was like all of a sudden 15 days passed and I was already setting off for home. The scene of our first day in Felsted is still vivid in my mind. After our 13-hour flight, we were picked up by Felsted staff in London Heathrow Airport. When we arrived at Felsted, it was already midnight. I have to admit that I was a bit surprised by the way boarding houses work. We met with some staff, Annabel, James, Laura, Tamara, Oliver, and also the house parent, Tom. They all appeared to be really nice people, which I was exhilarated about. After the registration, I went to bed immediately since I was exhausted. Instead of being flight-jagged, I had a sound sleep. The second day, which was technically my first day in Felsted, was for us to rest and also welcome new friends from different countries. Boys kept arriving at Stocks’(The house where boys stayed). Strangers started to fill the common room, tentatively glancing at each other. Everybody appeared to be restrained. I myself was NOT an outgoing person, I knew that. “It doesn’t make sense to be reserved.” I kept telling myself. Somehow the urge to make friends overwhelmed me and I said to an Asian-like boy near me, “Hi, what’s your name?” “Amen.” He smiled awkwardly, taking a glance at me. A long pause…… “Where are you from?” I asked. “Kyrgyz, you know……Kyrgyz.” He finished with a stutter. This was the first dialogue I had in England, and Amen, the guy from Kyrgyz became my first “friend” there. “It doesn’t make sense to be reserved.” I kept telling myself. Everything was so new to me. Everything was there for me to explore. However, when everything had been discovered, passion faded and here came the END. I believe this is truth everywhere. But it is okay, at least I had something to cherish.
In English lessons, I came to know my classmates. The first lesson was nothing like I thought it would have been. We paired up and asked questions about each other. Then we made a introduction about our partners so that we knew one another quickly. Camilla, Andrea, Gaia, Francesca, Olivia, Levent, Rocco, Ben, Maria. They all became my friends soon. The one sitting next to me was Levent, a Turkish guy. His American English was perfect. He was really good at communicating, honestly. I enjoyed chatting with him a great deal. And he was also really kind and cheerful. You can never get angry with his big warm smile that he took with him wherever he went. Camilla, plainly and honestly, was an lovely Italian girl. She got along well with a Slovenian girl called Andrea. They were like peas and carrots, always sticking to each other. Their great kindness impressed me so much that I couldn’t refuse to become their friend. At lunchtime of my second day, when I was sitting next to Levent, talking about food all around the world and my acceptance of English food , a blonde young boy with blue eyes came over and took a seat opposite. His expression told me he was easy-going so I had my attempt, “Hello, what’s your name?” “Justin.” He answered briskly, looking up. “Ray. I’m from China. Where’re you from?” “Germany.” He said, half-smiled. ...... The conversation lasted for five minutes and he gradually showed us what kind of person he was. With food filled in his mouth, he talked loudly, brandishing his knife and fork. I have to say, his behaviours completely changed my impression of “typical” German, serious, conscientious, precise. BUT he is just far too “exuberant”. Now I wonder if it is just a stereotype. Anyway, he was my friend soon, sooner than I had thought. However, he liked taking my mobile away without my permission and mess it up, which annoyed me very much. I also met a lot of friends during the break after class or in activities. Emely, an kind Danish girl who always wore a warm smile on her face. Mariano, a simple and honest Argentinean boy who fell in love with Chinese pop music after I introduced it to him...... I loved them, all of them, and I felt lucky to have them around, going together through thick and thin, sharing with each other, facing the next challenge, the next day. I had never felt stronger bond with others before, plus it was a global one. It freed me in some way, I could get new energy and motivation every day. It made me think that there were so many people and things out there in the world waiting for us to meet and discover. And also it made me feel that though the world was big, but we were all the same, we shared spirit and dream, we looked forward to the same tomorrow. We were no longer separated, we were one. We are one.
Apart from friends, there were also something about staff and teachers that moved me. Felsted staff, they were a bunch of people that took care of our daily life. Some of them were only a few years older than me. Energetic and positive, was the first impression they left on me. They brought joy and energy wherever they went and spread it. Their passion was contagious. And it was like their passion would never fade away, they were always working with their greatest efforts, welcoming new friends with their biggest smile, which were really admirable. However, they were much more than that. They all had amazingly great sense of responsibility. Everything was planned, every detail was considered. They would try their best to help us. Once I left my pencil case in Ross Hall(the hall with a stage for all kinds of activities)and I asked one of the staff for help. Soon I got my pencil case back in one piece. Thanks to them, our life in England was more colourful and safe. They were in deed holding something that was worth passing on. “How nice it would be if I had passion like theirs on studying!” Sometimes I thought. Then, about teachers , I would like to mention Anna. Anna was originally a chemistry teacher, but she taught us English. When I saw her for the very first time, I knew I would love her English lessons from our eye contact. She had rare green eyes, with a flicker of affability from time to time. They were beautiful. As was expected, she was indeed a nice person. The most important thing was that she loved teaching, which I could tell from her lessons. She was passionate and enterprising. Every morning, she would be standing by the classroom door, saying “Hello” “Good morning” to everyone as we entered the classroom, always smiling genuinely. In our first lesson, she asked us to write down some qualities perfect teachers should have in order to improve herself. That was absolutely the most brilliant part about a teacher. However, it was a bit ironic that I had been taking all of these for granted until I was back home. Knowing that it is a fat chance to see her again, you cannot imagine how regretful I am. But at least I was lucky to meet a teacher like her. I miss you, Anna, can you hear it?
Living in England was pleasant. Green was definitely a basic element of England. You could see trees and grassland everywhere. I always felt that I was so close to nature that I could step onto the meadow anytime, breathe fresh air coming from all directions and be surrounded by emerald green trees. What’s more, in England, I saw my all-time favourite sky, the best ever. With pure white clouds floating, the sky seemed so distant. But it was extremely blue, which was breathtaking. It was just like a man watching all the lives down on the ground, he seemed to be meditating, immersed in his own thoughts, he looked wise. In the end everything changed, except him. In the morning, when I drew back the curtain, endless green and blue always filled my view. The two colours mixed together to achieve harmony. Spectacular. One morning I even saw a wild peacock landing on the meadow near the house. I was completely astounded. I guess that was how the Britons lived with nature, which was remarkable. I also remember some excursions the school arranged for us. I’ve been to London, Cambridge and Thorpe Park. On the way to these places, I could always see those Italian guys singing and dancing at the back of the coach. Usually they wouldn’t listen to the driver’s warning and kept dancing without their seatbelts on. They told me one thing that those so-called civilized people were not all well-mannered. I got used to ignoring them so I often put on some music and look out of the window. The scenes were changing constantly. I could see the vast grassland stretching into the distance out of sight. It made me feel paltry. Then I realised that all the concrete buildings in my city were only the tools to paralyze ourselves, to make us ignorant of the greatness of the outside world. Suddenly, I felt as if I had been alone, with music and the whole world by my side.
Time is an angel, it brings everything. But time is also a devil, it deprives everything in the END. The last disco, we all had fun. Everybody was dancing wildly to the music in the blinding light. I didn’t dance. I stood still in the crowd, looking around. Sweat, laughs, movement, I drowned. Those faces had been so strange, but at that time, they were all so lovely. Unexpectedly, “See you again” came up. The movement stopped. Everyone started to sing to gradually make it a chorus. “......I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again” Tears began to drop. Many people wept, hugging each other. Yes, that might be the last time we see each other. Tears in my eyes, I didn’t let them drop, instead, I smiled. I wanted to remember this moment as a happy one. I could feel the beating of young hearts. Across the distance we met. That was our fate, which would never change.
Now I still miss my time in England from time to time. After all, England had been my dream before I went there. It gave me so many memories and I firmly knew that the trip was not the end, it was a beginning, a beginning to my own future. I’ll say, the END, shall never be the end. England, I’m coming back. Wait there.
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