补充文档：GoingHome-“江南联赛”一等奖

Unit3GoingHome补充文档美文赏析-家的含义HomeTruthItwasthesmellofrainthatImissedthemostandthesoundofalawnmowerandthewaftofcutgrass.Itwasbeingoutintheopenandstandingbarefoot!Blueskiespartandparcelofitall;thethunderthatwouldblastoverandleave—thecomingofatropicalsundown,aneveningofbarbecues,ofwarmpools,beersplatteringonconcrete.Thebedawaiting,avest,abodyglisteningfromperspirationandasleepofpillowsconstantlychangingsides,amosquitointheear.Sleeplessnightsthatwereallyouknew.Andthen,onedayIleftitbehind.Imovedtoacity,togrimfacedpallidmovements,andthereIbecamewiththemaghostonthesidewalks.Dimly,amblingalongwithmyfacedown,watchingmystepsandhurryingtowardsmyquotidianactivities.

WintersIspentindoorin.Myflatmates—thefriendsIhad—workeddayandnight.Theywereaccustomedtoleavingthesoulbehind,theneedformoneywassoofficial.Iwouldspendnightsinthestrangehouse,withcreaksofawallIdidnotknow,andsitbythephonethatourlandlordhadlocked,andthinkofconversationsofthepast,ofmymother'svoiceringing,ofmybestfriendwhomIwouldlosecontactwith,andIwouldwriteletters,lettersIwouldneversend,lettersthatclutchedthetruth—thatonlyIknew.Iwouldcry,tearsstainingtheink,asmudgedideaoflove.Iwastempingthen,doingmindlessdataentry,tappingwordsintoacomputer,andmovingonwonderingwhatworththerewas,andhowtofindit.Myflatmateswouldcomehomejustbeforemidnight—MarkandCraig,mytwobestfriends.Iwouldsmileinwardlyandoutwardlyandmakethemtea,asandwich,sitwiththemandlivetheirlives,heartheirstories,flourishincompany.Sleepwouldbeeschewed,Iyearnedforcomfort,andcompanyeasedtheetchingof.

Idrankalot,IhadajobandImetpeople,andIcontinuedmyamblinginacitythatwasnotmine.EveryFridaymyworkofferedfreedrinksandIcatapultedtowardsthebar,Isipped8)ferociouslyatthewine,thebeer,IgothorrificallydrunkandsothepersonthatIwasnot,butsoyearnedtobewouldcomeout.She,loud,vivacious,articulatewouldspendtheeveningconversingwithstrangers,laughingandsometimes,flirting!Iseemedtostepoutofmyselfandwatchinamazement.Afterdrinks,IwouldstumbletothePalladiumtomeetMarkandCraig—theybothworkedthereasushers.IwouldarriveastheywerefinishingworkandwewouldsitinthebarandIwouldcontinue,Iwoulddrink.

Onenightwefelldrunkintothehouse.Ilitacigarette;Isatdownandmymindtriggeredoffdullthudsofdepression.IwenttothebathroomandinamodeoftranslucentmaniaItookoutarazorbladeandinnumbmotionsslowlycutatmywrist,tearsstreamingdownmyface,IstoppedassoonasIstarted,myaimwaswrong-itwasinthenameofattention,exceptIwouldtellnobody,theattentionwasalltomyself.Quietly,Iwrappedmystingingarmwithtoiletpaper,walkedtomyroomandputonajerseysoastocoverthethreat,thechildishselfabuse.IlayandquicklywipedmytearsasIheardthefriendlyfootstepsofMarkandCraig.TheystoodandbanteredandeventuallyIfollowedthemdownstairs,andlistenedtoBobMarley,andRedemptionsong,myfavoritesong—"SoldItothemerchantships…"

Andso,Istoodonthetube,DollisHilltoMaryleandIstaredatthescarsonmywrist.ThescarsofstupiditythatonlyIknewof,Iwasentranced,asthoughitwerenotme—it'sneverme.Iswayedtothemotionofthetrain,thecitywascorruptingme,mysoulwasslowlybitten,Iwantedtoyelloutmymind,butitallseepedinwards,Iwasboringmyselfwithmyownpleas.Itgotbetter,asitdoesgetbetter,asyouknownobetterandIsunkintomylife,Islowlyenjoyeditsofferings,Iadjustedtotheclimate,tothepeopleandonedayasIwalkedoutsidemynewflat—notmineofcourse,butmytemporaryabodethatIrented,asItookoutthegarbageonaautumnSaturday—inmypyjamas,withtheTVandtheglowofcomfort,Ilookedatthegrey,IsuckeditinandIquiteenjoyedit—it'sromanticquality,it'sgloomappealedtome,asitwouldeventuallywithmynature.Ilikedit.Iwentinside,andshivered—acontentchill,IenjoyedthecoldandtheideaofbeingabletogetwarmandIlayonthecouchwithmytoesunderacushion,aninaneprogramkeepingmeentertained.Itallgrowsonyou.Iwenthome,eventually.Ispentfivemonthsappreciatingthebeauty,theclimate,thecontentnaturessurroundingme.Iatehealthyfood,IlistenedtoalanguageIhadforgottenabout,Iroamedonfarmsthatwerenotmine,wenttowineharvests,putonhighfactorstoshieldoutthesun,spenddayslamentingtheheat.But,itwasnottime,Iwasunabletoindulgeasthecity,London,wasstillwithme,myloveandloathingrelationshipwasstillcontinuing,Iwasstillmeanttobethere,whetherun