做饭时的他，看起来就像一个严阵以待的将军。
瓶瓶罐罐是他的士兵和武器，他率领着它们，对锅里的食材发起一轮又一轮的轰炸。
Category: English Writings
Bucket List — My Humor Speech at Toastmasters
I’m the Humorist again at our Toastmasters meeting this week. The following is a brief speech I created to help warm up the meeting
More Than Being Right
After all, smooth and effective communication is about solving problems in our work and life, not about winning an argument. It is something more than being right.
Snow, Shovels, and Hidden Treasure!
It was a bright, sunny day. Snow flew into the air. Some landed on the pile. Some fell right back onto our faces and hair. It was hilarious to watch my son’s hair slowly turn white.
FIRE: A Pause Before the Dream
Maybe the real question isn’t whether we can go FIRE, or whether others are already there.
Maybe the more important question is this: Am I living fully in the life I have right now?
Connecting Makes You Special
After all, the most special people in our lives are not the loudest or the most accomplished. They are the ones who notice us, who listen to us, who care about us — the ones who truly touch our hearts.
That Day, I Was Proud of Myself!
When I saw how dusty Mom’s old fan was, I decided to clean it—but she wouldn’t let me take it apart. With simple tools, patience, and a bit of love, I made it work…
Just Let Me Drive!
The day I picked my husband up from the airport, on the drive home, he didn’t offer to take the wheel as I expected.
Hmm… maybe he was tired.
Or maybe… he read my blog and decided to give me more space?
While I was driving and wondering, I suddenly saw his hand reach over—
When My Husband is Away …
Last week, my husband went back to China again to visit his mother—you might remember I started another article with this same sentence before. Yes, he’s been making these trips quite often in recent years.
But I don’t mind. In fact, I even look forward to it…
A Celebration of Self: My Next Chapter
One January night after Christmas, I sat at my computer, working on my articles. My husband was beside the fireplace reading, while Sparky, our dog, curled up at his feet, asleep. The house was quiet. It felt a bit different. I lifted my eyes, and my gaze landed on the piano. Yes, this was it—its master, my older son, Ben, had just moved out!