The Story about Myself
Ever since I migrated to the United States in 2015, the sophomore of the year in Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, I’ve been gradually learning and adapting to English. I grew up in a little town in Taiwan, living with my lovely parents and my sister. The first impression of America, muscle guys, football, liberty, Statute of Liberty, and else I looked on TV and Hollywood movies, as always, is a unique feature of the USA to picture them in my head. They arise in my head whenever I think of America: how do they make this melting pot so great? In comparison, the Eastern Culture background is a vastly different thing: varies from cultural inheritance to linguistic composition, hardly can we imagine that we are the same species living on the same earth. However, time doesn’t stop, history being pushed unstoppable forward, we now can click a button with a finger and face a person five thousand miles away on a phone. As a result, cultural interaction becomes more viable.
The horizon never ends. The sky is unlimited. The oceans keep roaming. “Breathe! 1…2, 1…2, keeping going! Deep… Deep.” It’s the last and the most contested time I sensed the gentle hail emanated deep from my hollow soul. That day, I ran down the Parkland Community and “hit the wall,” finalized a challenging thirteen mile runs, laid down on fresh grass and relished the mild blow of that summer wind. I terminated running for one year since then, until the last summertime, I was
Ever since I migrated to the United States in 2015, the sophomore of the year in Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, I’ve been gradually learning and adapting to English. I grew up in a little town in Taiwan, living with my lovely parents and my sister. The first impression of America, muscle guys, football, liberty, Statute of Liberty, and else I looked on TV and Hollywood movies, as always, is a unique feature of the USA to picture them in my head. They arise in my head whenever I think of America: how do they make this melting pot so great? In comparison, the Eastern Culture background is a vastly different thing: varies from cultural inheritance to linguistic composition, hardly can we imagine that we are the same species living on the same earth. However, time doesn’t stop, history being pushed unstoppable forward, we now can click a button with a finger and face a person five thousand miles away on a phone. As a result, cultural interaction becomes more viable.
The horizon never ends. The sky is unlimited. The oceans keep roaming. “Breathe! 1…2, 1…2, keeping going! Deep… Deep.” It’s the last and the most contested time I sensed the gentle hail emanated deep from my hollow soul. That day, I ran down the Parkland Community and “hit the wall,” finalized a challenging thirteen mile runs, laid down on fresh grass and relished the mild blow of that summer wind. I terminated running for one year since then, until the last summertime, I was