A few days ago, I tried to translate an article from my favorite spiritual guide Jim Rohn. You can read it by clicking here.
Pitifully during translation, I ran into a problem. I thought that English sentence for a long long time, still failing to understand it.
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At this moment, only God knows how I miss my late American husband, my great English teacher crazily, how I feel regretted for his death in China! Losing such a wonderful American scholar is my endless pain!
Who else can I ask for help? Who would like to help me?
Looking back on the past few years, I realize it is really a great previledge and huge blessing to be his only and first Chinese student online.
Why did I try my best to make him come to China, being an English teacher of so many Chinese students and his Chinese school's teachers' teacher? As result, he devoted himself to helping Chinese students, he burned his life!
Recently, the world-famous scientist Pro. Hawking passed away, all kinds of articles/blogs online mourning the passing of this gaint in science come out like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
At least, such kind of commemorative blogs explode in the Chinese social-media websites like Baidu,etc. so that a famous Chinese TV hostess Jin Xing said in scoffing manner that those so-called fans from the circle of show business were pretending to be 文化人intellectuals.
It is true that most of people are extremely ignorant about Hawking's academic achievement, or have no ability to understand his theory and thought. To a large extent, we should say people all over the world are Really moved and inspired by his optimistic spirit and strong mind in the face of great difficulties deeply. God deprived him of all his action and language capabilities, he was reduced to a moveless mummy/prisoner in the wheelchair for nearly 50 years, what he left was only a brilliant mind.
Now such a brilliant mind also disappeared, how to teach people not to express their condolences?
(My American husband in China with a high school student)
Nobody else can understand my great sorrow for my late American husband's death in China. God knows I have cried for his passing countless times. I finally know what the life of "to bathe the face with tears" is like. In my mind, he was a great man, deserving to be memorized and eulogized like any real giant in the world.
At the beginning, I refused to cremate his remains immediately. For my part, it is a profanation to incinerate his body before a grand memorial ceremony.
I cried for help, I would rather give up the title of his Chinese wife, because I don't match him, I am only a humble and poor Chinese countryside woman at the bottom of society. His funeral should be hold by his American family, instead of me.
Once his American family arrived in China, I believe that his Chinese school could call all his Chinese students as well as those Chinese teachers together, honoring the memory of our common respected American teacher, for the sake of their attendance, and his Chinese school should afford the funeral fee, too.
Who knows I was mistaken to try to get money via funeral by his American family? It seems that they never realize his special value and meaning in China.
Do they know American green card costs 920,000 dollar for Chinese? Do they know I have learned English by myself for nearly 30 years?
How much can I get from his funeral in China?
920,000 dollar is just an astronomical figure for common Chinese. It has been a marvellous success for me to marry an American citizen itself. I have been envied to death by those Chinese around me.
Admittedly, everyone loves money, everyone needs money, everyone can't live without money. However, there is something more precious than money in our world. It is the courage to overcome obstacles, like great Hawking; it is the priceless love and help, like Hawking's wives. Just like Pro. Hawking's celebrated dictum, "If the universe is not for the home of our beloved people, there is nothing amazing about the whole universe."
Don't let our mind be blinded by money and fame! Only by love and help, we can create enomous wealth.
My American husband was a very kindhearted man, he always loved to help people in need, he had a gold and pure soul, he treated everyone equally, no matter how poor/humble or how wealthy/noble they are, in his dictionary, everyone should be respected.
He was a good son, he always tried his best to react to his parents' expectations. When his father had a wish to have a son going to college, he was the first and only kid in his family who graduated from a good college, getting his bachelor degree, later he owned his pharmacist license. (According to his younger son, he also had the phD degree in pharmacy. I am not clear about it, he didn't mention it to me when he was alive. I only know phD degree means the highest level in a field.)
He was a good father, nobody knows how he loved his kids more than me. He could dedicate his life to protecting them, like a tiger loving its cubs. He always gave his last penny to satisfy his kids' demands. He told me how lovely and smart his kids were, and how he taught his kids to learn to drive cars through driving the lawn mover when they were little children. I even planed to learn to drive car by practising lawn mover when I followed him to US. He also fancied to sit in a lawn with his lover, hand in hand, watching the kids flying kites happily...
Being a husband, I can't imagine there is a man more romantic and gentle than him. Even his ex American wife also admitted that he was very gentle and pure after he passed. She once loved him very much, falling in love with him at first sight. At that time he was a young college student, riding on his bicycle skillfully in the sunshine, she was attracted, asking "who is he?" Yeah, he really once told me that he was good at riding bicycle, bicycle was just a part of his body.
So funny, it turns out that it is unexpectedly his exwife who took her to Chinatown in New York, letting him learn to use Chinese chopsticks when they were dating. No wonder many times I forgot that he was not a Chinese, since he had no trouble in eating with chopsticks.
As for his career, I have no chance to know the first half of his life as a pharmacist. but I can suppose that he must be very popular, he always told his patients/customers how to take medicine warmly and carefully just like he helped Chinese students learn English. He was always a person who treated his job very seriously. When I met him online, he had suffered great misfortune both mentally and physically, being divorced, his pharmacist lisence suspended, having no way to get a high-paying job any more. However, he still worked relentlessly, he worked in a restaurant for a short time, then a gas station for a few years. He told me that he would like to come to China and marry me, but he must save money, I also had no money, so he often worked overtime for earning a little more money. He also wanted to help his kids, because they also suffered a lot when he was in suffering. His older son once dropped out of university, but later he returned to college again, other kids were in college, too. They need father. He was so proud of them, he didn't want to seperate himself from them any more.
If without his younger daughter's sudden death, maybe we should have been married earlier. He had suffered too much, he told me he really couldn't bear any more if he lost another kid. In a way, his younger daughter's death deteriorated the intense relationship between him and his exwife. He became more lonely and dejected, his health was in a poorer condition.
At last, he saved some money, now his older daughter married, his younger son joined the army. After applying for his Chinese tourist visa, he booked a round-trip flight ticket from Florida to Seattle to Beijing. We finally finallly met each other in Beijing international airport! I still remember clearly that his flight was from U.S. Dalta Airlines.
For me, it was really a great historical moment! It took us the whole 4 years from online to offline, from US to China, from Seattle to Beijing!
How many lovesick days and nights I had spent! Only for this moment!
My heart nearly pounded out of my chest when I picked him up in the international terminal building! I was excited and happy to death! God knows it was just the first time to place myself into such kind of advanced place.
We climbed the Great Wall in Beijing together, he told me he was also very excited, then I took him to visit my hometown. It is really very interesting. At that time the high-speed train in Hebi-my hometown opened only 1 month ago, everything was brand-new, which must give him a very good impression about China, of course, including me, too. Only God knows how I lost weight in a very short time and practised Yoga and belly dance, sweat breaking out over the body like rain in such an old age, for greeting his arrival to China!
The last chance to change my fate! Marrying an American citizen means too much for a common Chinese! My craziest dream!
The strong love towards him sustained me to do everything for winning his love to me! I desired to be his proud and beautiful bride! For the traditional Chinese woman, marriage is so sacred, there is only one love for life. Once I marry a man, it means the complete and utter loyalty, it means the whole dedication. My man is my God!
P.S. Since I am charged to voilate the so-called international copyright law by a group of Steemiars from "The Writer's Block"--- I translated one of their Steemit blogs into Chinese without asking for their permission in advance, they flagged my blogs and threatened to torpedo all my posts to zero, so I have to give up my own Steemit account for a while. --- I just borrow my younger sister's account to share my blogs now. And I also want to help promote her Steemit account!
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