{"id":1451,"date":"2010-06-11T10:42:07","date_gmt":"2010-06-11T02:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ajia.site\/blog\/2010\/06\/11\/mei_you_wen_20100611\/"},"modified":"2010-06-11T10:42:07","modified_gmt":"2010-06-11T02:42:07","slug":"mei_you_wen_20100611","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ajia.site\/blog\/en\/2010\/06\/11\/mei_you_wen_20100611\/","title":{"rendered":"Life with\u00adout ten\u00adder\u00adness is mean\u00ading\u00adless"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nI don\u2019t like Kore\u00adan dra\u00admas very much. To be more pre\u00adcise, I know almost noth\u00ading about them because I have nev\u00ader watched more than five min\u00adutes.
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\nSo when a friend strong\u00adly rec\u00adom\u00admend\u00aded that there was a very touch\u00ading book \u201cMy Dear Orange Tree\u201d fea\u00adtured in a very pop\u00adu\u00adlar Kore\u00adan dra\u00adma \u201cLit\u00adtle Women\u201d, I nod\u00added and said it sound\u00aded like a very good book, but I was think\u00ading in my heart that this book might only be very good to a lim\u00adit\u00aded extent.<\/p>\n

   
\nBut my friend would\u00adn\u2019t give up and insist\u00aded on dis\u00adcussing the book with me in per\u00adson, recount\u00ading sev\u00ader\u00adal sto\u00adries from it. When he told me about the five-year-old boy, Zeze, who did\u00adn\u2019t get a present at Christ\u00admas and said some\u00adthing that hurt his poor father\u2019s heart, and then dragged his shoe-shine box out to the street to earn mon\u00adey to buy his father a pack of cig\u00ada\u00adrettes as a Christ\u00admas present, I thought it was a tru\u00adly won\u00adder\u00adful sto\u00adry. He also told me how one day, Zeze saw his father look\u00ading down\u00adcast, just like on Christ\u00admas Day, and to com\u00adfort him, he start\u00aded singing a pop song he\u2019d learned, the open\u00ading line being \u201cI want a naked girl\u2026\u201d This cheered up his father, who then beat him up while he sang\u2026 Thus, his father was \u201ckilled\u201d by him\u00adself\u2026 For\u00adtu\u00adnate\u00adly, there was the talk\u00ading orange tree and \u201cOld Grape,\u201d but in the blink of an eye, they too became a thing of the past\u2026 A child under six was forced to grow up.
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\nFinal\u00adly, I could\u00adn\u2019t resist the temp\u00adta\u00adtion and opened the book. The first two chap\u00adters were quite sooth\u00ading, and I felt like I could put it down at any time. But once I read on, I could\u00adn\u2019t put it down. So, one week\u00adend morn\u00ading, I sent my wife and daugh\u00adter out and enjoyed this gen\u00adtle sto\u00adry alone.<\/p>\n

 
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\nThe author is a mas\u00adter sto\u00adry\u00adteller. At first, the sto\u00adry is just a gen\u00adtle caress and tugs at the heart\u00adstrings, but grad\u00adu\u00adal\u00adly, the mag\u00adic blos\u00adsoms in the extreme\u00adly ordi\u00adnary dai\u00adly life, yet it is also deeply help\u00adless. So, in the aston\u00adish\u00adment and admi\u00adra\u00adtion, the heart surges, wave after wave, until at the cli\u00admax, it is com\u00adplete\u00adly lost in the self, unable to con\u00adtrol one\u00adself\u2026<\/p>\n

   
\nBefore my daugh\u00adter went to bed that night, I told her to read a new sto\u00adry. She want\u00aded to lis\u00adten to \u201cThe Lord of the Rings,\u201d but I told her to lis\u00adten to \u201cMy Sweet Orange Tree\u201d first. Don\u2019t you have a tree too?
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\nSo I start\u00aded read\u00ading the first chap\u00adter to her. It felt incred\u00adi\u00adbly famil\u00adiar to start over again, and even the first chap\u00adter, which I\u2019d ini\u00adtial\u00adly thought was a bit slow, became incred\u00adi\u00adbly engag\u00ading. My daugh\u00adter was so tired from play\u00ading that she fell asleep before she even fin\u00adished the first chap\u00adter. But I still fin\u00adished read\u00ading it aloud because I now had anoth\u00ader lis\u00adten\u00ader.
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\nThe lady said the sto\u00adry sound\u00aded real\u00adly inter\u00adest\u00ading, and then she picked it up and con\u00adtin\u00adued read\u00ading.
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\nLat\u00ader I said, it\u2019s late, let\u2019s read it tomor\u00adrow. She said, OK, fin\u00adish this chap\u00adter, fin\u00adish this chap\u00adter\u2026
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\nWhen she woke up the next day, she told me sleep\u00adi\u00adly that she had fin\u00adished read\u00ading the book in one sit\u00adting. I asked her how she felt, and she said she cried her eyes out.
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\nWell, I said, that\u2019s exact\u00adly what this book is like.
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\n\u201cLife with\u00adout ten\u00adder\u00adness is mean\u00ading\u00adless.\u201d
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\nWrit\u00adten on June 11, 2010, Red Mud
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\n\u3010Sup\u00adple\u00admen\u00adtary Note\u3011
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\nIf I had to rec\u00adom\u00admend three books for Father\u2019s Day, I\u2019d go with \u201cMy Dad,\u201d \u201cDanc\u00ading,\u201d and \u201cMy Dear Orange Tree.\u201d If I could only rec\u00adom\u00admend one, it would be \u201cMy Dear Orange Tree.\u201d It\u2019s a nov\u00adel suit\u00adable for both chil\u00addren and adults, and I think it\u2019s on par with \u201cLit\u00adtle Miss Win\u00addow\u201d and \u201cChar\u00adlot\u00adte\u2019s Web\u201d in this genre. The sto\u00adry fea\u00adtures two fathers: one is the bio\u00adlog\u00adi\u00adcal father who trag\u00adi\u00adcal\u00adly destroys him\u00adself in his child\u2019s eyes, and the oth\u00ader remains for\u00adev\u00ader \u201cDad\u201d in his child\u2019s heart\u2026 I think it\u2019s worth read\u00ading for every father, and for any\u00adone who wants to explore the true nature of \u201cdad.\u201d Of course, this mas\u00adter\u00adpiece is much more than that. Also, it\u2019s best to read it alone, and have plen\u00adty of tis\u00adsues handy\u2026
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