日記裏的美好
〔 越南 〕 杜美嬌 廣西華僑學校
距離上次在校已經兩年過去了，作為當時的高一新生，我們送走了兩屆畢業生，成功升級為“校園老大”。在這兩年的時間裏，我已經習慣了網課的生活，只是時不時腦海中會閃過一幕幕在校時的場景，每當這個時候，我都會翻開日記，重溫美好的回憶。
2019年11月15日 星期五 晴
今天是學校舉辦運動會的日子。經過昨天一場大雨的沖刷，清新的空氣中夾雜著青草與泥土的味道，很好聞。參加完開幕儀式後的同學們都在操場上拍照留念，這時一位國內同學面帶微笑地走了過來，毫不吝嗇地稱讚我們身上的國服太美了，詢問我們可不可以一起合張影。我當然非常樂意，我又何嘗不是被她身上的服裝所吸引呢。一身古典優雅的漢服，精心編過的頭髮上係著兩條發帶，隨著她的動作迎風飛舞，可愛又俏皮。“羅衣何飄飄，輕裾隨風還”描述的應該就是這樣的場景吧。這樣的服裝之前都是在電視上看到的，如今出現在眼前真是既新奇又嚮往。這就是中國傳統文化的魅力所在呀，想當初我也是因此而愛上中國。“下次運動會，我也要穿漢服。”我默默地想著。
2019年11月25日 星期一 晴轉多雲
我為了儘早完成比賽作品，在晚自習之後又留在了教室裏忙活，一投入就忘記了時間。等我想起時距離門禁時間僅剩兩分鐘。我連忙收拾東西，以百米衝刺的速度往宿舍狂奔。快到時，只見遠處有一個黑色身影出來倒垃圾，是阿姨。在認清身影后，我這一顆懸挂著的心才終於放回了肚子裏。我立刻大喊：“阿姨，等等我呀，先別關門！”在萬籟俱寂的黑夜裏，我的聲音格外響亮。話音剛落我就跑到了阿姨跟前。見我扶著雙膝大口喘氣又急著解釋的樣子，阿姨溫柔地笑了笑説：“不急，傻孩子，關了門阿姨再開就是了。”阿姨非但沒有責怪我，還讓我坐下休息休息。看著一臉和藹的阿姨，我一下子就想到了媽媽，在異國他鄉，我感受到了家一樣的溫暖。
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2020年1月8日 星期三 晴
今天是我們搬宿捨得日子，這簡直就是寄宿生的噩夢。大包小包的行李堆滿了我們宿舍樓的院子，我們高一新生才住了幾個月就一大堆東西，更何況是住了幾年的學姐們。為了加快進度，所有人都不再分你的我的，只要看到行李就合力往車上搬。不過東西實在是太多了，一直到下午也未能完成。正當我在新宿舍房間裏收拾的時候，一個聲音傳來：“303號房杜美嬌同學是哪位？”聽到自己的名字，我下意識地回應了一聲，待我轉過頭才發現竟然是中國同學，她手裏提著我們還未來得及搬上樓的行李。得知她們一下課就趕了過來幫我們留學生搬運作李，我心裏是滿滿的感動。原來，中國同學對我們從沒有中外之分、遠近親疏之分，有的只是超國度的友誼。我們向可愛的中國同學們握手言謝，大家流滿汗水的臉上洋溢著真誠又燦爛的笑容，那一刻，我覺得來華留學是我做過的最正確的選擇。
2020年1月16日 星期四 小雨
我終於可以回家啦！哪怕早晨下著毛毛細雨也撲滅不了我心中激動的小火苗。因為存在安全隱患，所以學校不允許外來車輛進入校園，叫好車後，我攏了攏身上的外套，拉著裝滿衣服和禮物的行李箱往大門走去。明明顯示的是三分鐘後到，可是眼看五分鐘過去了還是沒能看見那輛來接我的車。車遲來多久，我就在校門口站了多久，一陣陣冰冷的風夾著細雨向我刮來，冷得我直哆嗦。這時保安叔叔探出頭來説道：“快進來避避雨，喝口熱茶暖和一下，叔叔在這幫你看著。”聽了好幾個月南普還不大適應的我在那一刻竟感到莫名的親切。在離開中國之前，我又收穫了一份溫暖，足以驅趕那季節帶來的寒冷。
在華留學的時間東拼西湊也只有短短的半個學期，卻令人刻骨銘心。在這幾個月裏，我收穫了來自不同人以不同方式給予我的愛，讓我在陌生的國度不再孤單。感謝中國，感謝僑校，感恩遇見，讓我的人生增添了許多色彩。但願疫情早日結束，好讓我在高中時期的最後一年可以重回中國，回到母校的懷抱中，用心去感受愛，好好珍惜，好好告別。
Sweet Memories in My Diary
〔Vietnam〕 Ðỗ Duyên Dinh， Guangxi Overseas Chinese School
Two years have passed since the last time we were in school as freshmen． During these two years， we have sent off two classes of graduates and become the “campus boss”． I am now getting used to online classes， but the scenes on campus flash in my mind from time to time． These are the moment when I open my diary and relive the sweet memories．
Friday， November 15， 2019， Sunny
Today we had the school game． After a heavy rain yesterday， the fresh air， with mixed fragrances of grass and earth， smelled so nice． When students were taking photos on the playground after the opening ceremony， a local student came over， appreciated us for the beauty of our national costumes and asked if it was possible to take a photo with her． I was very glad to be in the same picture with her of course， as I was also attracted by her costume， the classic and elegant Hanfu （traditional costume of the Han people）． Her carefully braided hair was decorated with two long hair ribbons， which fluttered in the wind with her movements， making her look cute and vivacious． This must have been the scene described in the ancient poetic line “her light silk robe is ethereal， with the thin hems drifting with wind”． I had seen this kind of costume on TV and now I saw a real one， which was both novel and appealing to me． This was the fascination of Chinese traditional culture， because of which I had fallen in love with China． “I will wear Hanfu in the next school game，” I thought．
Monday， November 25， 2019， Sunny to Cloudy
To finish the competition piece as soon as possible， I continued my work in the classroom after the evening study session， forgetting about the time as I was much engaged． Only two minutes left before the access time to the dormitory when I suddenly realized the time． I packed up rapidly and rushed to the dormitory with the sprinting speed． When I was almost there， from a distance， I saw a black figure taking out trash from the building – the supervisor of dorm， whom we usually called “auntie”． My anxiety eased as I saw “auntie” and I called out： “Auntie， wait for me and don’t close the door please！” My voice was particularly loud in the silent night． I ran to dormitory “auntie” as soon as I finished my words． Seeing me leaning on my knees， panting heavily and being anxious to explain， she smiled gently and said： “Don’t worry， my child． I can still open the door for you if it’s already closed．” She didn’t blame me but let me sit down to take a rest． Looking at the amiable “auntie”， I thought of my mom． I felt the home－like warmth in a foreign country．
Wednesday， January 8， 2020， Sunny
Today we moved to new dorms． It was really a nightmare for boarders． Luggage bags piled up all over the courtyard of our dormitory building – we freshmen had a lot of stuff during a few months’ stay here， not to mention the luggage of the upper－year students who had lived for a few years． To speed up， we worked together to move all luggage onto the truck， without differentiating them by owners． There was so much stuff to move that it was already afternoon before we finished． I heard someone calling when I was making arrangement in my new room： “Who is Du Meijiao in Room 303？” I responded subconsciously and I saw one of the local students carrying our luggage that hadn’t been taken upstairs yet． I was really touched to know that they rushed to help us as soon as they finished class． It was true that they treated us with kindness regardless of whether we were foreigners or not． We shook hands with these lovely local students to express our gratefulness． There appeared sincere and bright smile on everyone’s shinning face． At that moment， I felt that studying in China was the most correct choice I had ever made．
Thursday， January 16， 2020， Light Rain
I can finally go home！ Even the drizzles in the morning could not extinguish the flame （火苗） of my excitement． The outside vehicles were not permitted to enter the campus for safety reasons． After calling for a car， I wrapped myself in the coat and walked to the campus gate， pulling the luggage full of clothes and gifts． The car was supposed to arrive in three minutes but not after five minutes passed． I stood at the gate waiting， shivering in the chilly wind and falling drizzle． Just at that moment， a security guard in the reception looked out and said to me： “Come in and have some hot tea． I will watch for the car for you．” Although I was not quite used to the Nanning－accent mandarin during the few months here， I felt the geniality from his words． Before leaving China， I received warmth again， which was able to dispel the chill of winter．
It was only half a semester of my study in China， but the experience was memorable． In those few months， I obtained the love from different people in different ways． I felt I was not alone in a foreign country． I am grateful to China， to Guangxi Overseas Chinese School and to all I have met． Thanks to them， my life was made so colorful． I wish a quick end of the pandemic， so that I would be able to come back to China in my last year of high school． I would very much like to return to my school， to feel the love， to cherish the moments and to bid farewell．
