Final Assessment: Diaries Entries - Jasper HARTE
1st Diary Entry: Ma’s perspective (His first encounter with the Little Chinese Seamstress)
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As the warped wooden door creaked open, we were exposed to a mass of informality, splintering wooden beams, laden with dust that had gathered over time, watched cautiously over us, as we ambled wearily into the unknown. The distant murmur of a sewing machine resonated, as it reached our ears, humbled by this subjection to primitive technology that subtly reminded us of a distant world of inquiry. A world, we once knew, yet somehow now ceases to exist.
I let my eyes wander and deliberate the textures and vibrant tones, that unintentionally irritated my raw eyes, sensitive only to the sombre colours, that stained my memories; working in the harsh fields, carrying hods of excrement, and sleeping above farm animals, what was to be of my life? I pondered, however, I pondered no longer, for in my eye’s haste to retreat from the …show more content…
To its joyous content, I imitated, fascinated. I could see her eyes in the glistening pebbles, her smile in the bowed branches swaying from side to side. Her laughter in the unsettled wind, I chased after it... After her, however to now avail, she followed Luo and only Luo... “I Love you...” But my words were swept onto the horizon due to the lack of indignation, that caused my voice to quiver and shake like the strings of my beloved violin, and tears of true tristesse, for she could never be mine, It would be easier to attempt to catch a cloud with your feeble fingers, or hold on to a moonbeam in your hands. Even the, though, our love was impossible, I will always be eager to be at her side in a situation of anxiety or great distress, not matter the
1st Diary Entry: Ma’s perspective (His first encounter with the Little Chinese Seamstress)
Explanation Paragraph:
As the warped wooden door creaked open, we were exposed to a mass of informality, splintering wooden beams, laden with dust that had gathered over time, watched cautiously over us, as we ambled wearily into the unknown. The distant murmur of a sewing machine resonated, as it reached our ears, humbled by this subjection to primitive technology that subtly reminded us of a distant world of inquiry. A world, we once knew, yet somehow now ceases to exist.
I let my eyes wander and deliberate the textures and vibrant tones, that unintentionally irritated my raw eyes, sensitive only to the sombre colours, that stained my memories; working in the harsh fields, carrying hods of excrement, and sleeping above farm animals, what was to be of my life? I pondered, however, I pondered no longer, for in my eye’s haste to retreat from the …show more content…
To its joyous content, I imitated, fascinated. I could see her eyes in the glistening pebbles, her smile in the bowed branches swaying from side to side. Her laughter in the unsettled wind, I chased after it... After her, however to now avail, she followed Luo and only Luo... “I Love you...” But my words were swept onto the horizon due to the lack of indignation, that caused my voice to quiver and shake like the strings of my beloved violin, and tears of true tristesse, for she could never be mine, It would be easier to attempt to catch a cloud with your feeble fingers, or hold on to a moonbeam in your hands. Even the, though, our love was impossible, I will always be eager to be at her side in a situation of anxiety or great distress, not matter the