我和Nick 的命题作文

昨天是周六。由于儿子周末排得有班，我只好让Nick开车过来，到我们的当地社区图书馆会面，然后我们先碰头。

他给我带来了写作的主题，其实他打印出来了三个不同的主题，让我先挑，我选树的那个题目，再加上必须包含something being taped, dance, search and change. 貌似中国国内的命题作文，然后我们各自坐在一个安静的角落，一个小时后再会面，阅读分享各自的作文，同时做出一些评论。

我先上传我的作文，Nick他说他需要再修改，然后发给我，等收到后，我再上传。以下是我的作文：

01/10/2022

I don’t know why, if I spot a big tree, as long as it has the long arms stretching out, I would stop and observe it.

I was struck first by its warm broad branches. Yes, I wasn’t then simply admiring its beauty. There were far more important features it could afford. Because I was then considering, whether this tree could provide a safe and secure place  to hang my head to kill myself.

If affirmed, I would then congratulate myself, for being lucky that I found this tree accidentally. Sure, whether it was a good luck or a bad one, it was indeed debatable.

But I was sure this tree was really a good tree to hang my body, because, with a rope throwing onto the strong branch, with a few twist of binding, a makeshift loop had been devised and, then what left me to do was to jump up and took hold of the loop, like a gymnast, who jumped up for the rings.

I may not seem to be performing as agilely and flexibly as the gymnast, because, understandably, the professional gymnast had practised and practised for years, whereas, here, I only performed it in my mind.

So next, I would not allow myself pause for a minute, because killing yourself does not allow you hesitate a second, you must be determined and  resolute before you search for the right tree.

So, here, what I needed to do now, was to stretch my arms high up, jump to grab the rope, and then try my best to pull my body up, yes, it required strength, but I trusted I could  manage it.

When I pulled my tender body up, my head then should be reaching the loop. What required next was to choose the good timing, before I exhausted, so that I could possess the last remaining power, and throw my neck into the loop.

For that part of the performance, it was indeed, easy and simple, though I could not do it in an artistic way, but that was good enough. So, haha, let me release the strained fingers, which were tightly clutching the rope.

Alas, my feet would kick in the air, but you might say my feet were dancing, specially when you see me  in the far distance.

But most grievous of all, my lung suffered the most, because it was  crying for air, as the air was suddenly denied, and it needed air urgently to be pumped into the heart.

But the more I struggled, the tighter and tighter the loop would be drawn, and then it would be harder and harder and harder for the poor lung to get a tiny piece of air be fed into.

Alas, in a few  minutes, which seemed to be the never ending long long long time, at last drew to the end.

Everything since then would be forever changed. All were in darkness and everything was senseless. I became nothing. My life had been tapped into this tree. Wasn’t this  I was  searching for in my entire life?

To be frank, I had no idea when this fantasy kept intruding me, when I saw a twisted tree.

Maybe when I was a child, growing up in a remote village in southern part of China, I often heard that married women in our village did this when they were in dire difficulties.

Sometimes, these women chose the wrong target. When they put their necks into the loop, which hung on the tree branch, the branch suddenly unexpectedly broke, and the heavy bodies of the bereaved women dropped unto the ground, safe and sound, except some minor hurt on their buttocks. Regretfully, they all failed to accomplish their sacred mission- ending their miserable life in this world.

Since then they became the laughing stock in the village. People pointed their fingers at the back of those poor women, that even when choosing the correct tree, they were so stupid, that they picked up the small tree with weak branches, that surely this tree could not bear the heaviness of their fat bodies.

I heard so many of this sort of failure, that when I grew up, I determined that I should learn from the lessons, that I would be more smart, I would carefully observe the trees. Only after I was one hundred percent sure, that this tree was strong enough and also, durable, that it could bear the heaviness of my slim body, that I could trust it.

Therefore, when it came to my turns, I would do it swiftly and successfully, that I would never be laughed at, when I hung myself on the tree to death, though I may be performing it in a clumsy manner, for which I could not avoid.