We have been driving in fog all morning, but the fog is lifting now. The little seaside villages are , one by one. “There is my grandmother's house,” I say, pointing across the bay to a old house.
I am in Nova Scotia on a pilgrimage (朝圣) with Lise, my granddaughter, seeking roots for her and retracing (追溯) memory for me. Lise was one of the children, moved from house to house in childhood. She longs for a sense of , and so we have come to Nova Scotia where my husband and I were born and where our ancestors for 200 years.
We soon by the house and I tell her what it was like here, the memories rushing back, swift as the tide.
Suddenly, I long to walk again in the where I was once so gloriously a child. It is still owned by a member of the family, but has not been lived in for a while. We cannot go into the house, but I can still walk through the rooms in memory. Here, my mother in her bedroom window and wrote in her diary. I can still see the enthusiastic family into and out of the house. I could never have enough of being with them. However, that was long after those childhood days. Lise attentively as I talk and then says, “So this is where I began; where I belong.”
She has her roots. To know where I come from is one of the great longings of the human . To be rooted is “to have an origin”. We need that origin. Looking backward, we discover what is unique in us; learn the of “I”. We must all go home again—in reality or .
A.appearing B.moving C.exposing D.expanding
A.haunted B.shabby C.fancy D.modern
A.shared B.short C.fresh D.treasured
A.gossip B.flexible C.mobile D.skillful
A.home B.duty C.reality D.relief
A.built B.lived C.remained D.explored
A.catch up B.pull up C.step down D.come down
A.yard B.village C.room D.house
A.lay B.played C.sat D.stood
A.marching B.looking C.breaking D.pouring
A.wonders B.listens C.reacts D.agrees
A.deepened B.recognized C.accepted D.found
A.heart B.rights C.interest D.behaviors
A.meaning B.expression C.connection D.background
A.theory B.dream C.memory D.fiction