| The bitter-sweet smell of medicinal herbs. This is the first feeling coming to my mind when I think of my meaningful place. My parents once ran a sort of health food store where decocts various restoratives. The smell of various medicinal herbs always welcomed me even far away from the store. When entering, my mother greeted her daughter delightedly and I walked through the kitchen full of hot steam. Then, I went up a few stairs and I finally could find my own place – a secret attic. It was a small rectangle place. It fitted perfectly when I lied down with my legs and arms stretched out. I often read some books or did my homework sitting my legs crossed before a small wooden desk. In cold winter, the electric pad heated the floor and atmosphere, making my face flushed. I loved the feeling of melting down of my frozen body. What I liked the most was eating tangerines lying with my face down in a blanket. The sweet-and-sour smell of tangerines and bitter-sweet smell of herbs, and a yellowish light made a sleep steal upon me. A blur of mother's voice in my sleep was the best lullaby. Especially when I felt depressed, the attic's coziness warmly embraced me. I usually became feeling much more comfortable after crying in my place. My parents no longer run the store, which means I cannot spend my secret times in my secret place any longer. Until now, whenever I feel lonely and depressed, especially in winter, I miss my cozy and comfortable attic. I sometimes eat tangerines on the electric pad pulling my bedclothes over my head, which enables me to recall the memories in my attic. It still makes me remember the smell and taste of sweet-and-sour tangerine, and the warmth which I felt when young.
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Saturday, November 1, 2014
Suhan Lee/A meaningful place/Tuesday 3-4
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1. It made me to imagine your place by using five senses, not only sight.
ReplyDelete2. I could imagine the size of attic and coziness of it so it was enough for me to draw the image of your attic.
3. The sweet-and-sour smell of tangerines and bitter-sweet smell of herbs, and a yellowish light made a sleep steal upon me - i think this sentence was the sensory detail that I liked the most.
4. I think the atmosphere of your place is coziness.
5. Because it was the place only for you, and there was a sense of cozy. Maybe it was a place for relaxation i think :)
6. If more episodes are added, the story would be greater!
-Jihee Won-
Written by Soohee Oh
ReplyDelete1. I liked the second paragraph which described the place in many details, using various senses.
2. I think the writer has described his/her place very clearly - how it looked, how it smelled and what the writer could taste in the place.
3. "The sweet-and-sour smell of tangerines and bitter-sweet smell of herbs..." - smell
"A blur of mother's voice in my sleep was the best lullaby." - hearing
The writer literally used all the senses in describing the place.
4. The mood or the atmosphere seems to be very comfortable, safe and warm.
5. The only person who knew about this place was the writer, so it should have been meaningful and unique to her, enjoying the loneliness.
6.The writer could write about specific stories happened in the place to make it more interesting. Otherwise, it was a very detailed, descriptive essay.
The bitter-sweet smell of medicinal herbs. This is the first feeling coming to my mind when I think of my meaningful place. My parents once ran a sort of health food store where decocts various restoratives. The smell of various medicinal herbs always welcomed me even far away from the store. When entering, my mother greeted me delightedly and I walked through the kitchen where was full of hot steam. Then, I went up a few stairs and I finally could find my own place – a secret attic.
ReplyDeleteIt was a small rectangle place. It fitted perfectly when I lied down with my legs and arms stretched out. I often read some books or did my homework sitting my legs crossed before a small wooden desk. In cold winter, the electric pad heated the floor and atmosphere, making my face flushed. I loved the feeling of melting down of my frozen body. What I liked the most was eating tangerines lying with my face down in a blanket. The sweet-and-sour smell of tangerines and bitter-sweet smell of herbs, and a yellowish light made a sleep steal upon me. A blur of mother's voice in my sleep was the best lullaby. Especially when I felt depressed, the attic's coziness warmly embraced me. One day when my pet quailI died, I couldn't manage my unspeakable sorrow. One chilly rainy autumn day, I buried her in a front yard of my house, shivering with cold. After that, I went to my haven. I wept in secret all day long in a dark room. There were, as usual, warmness and coziness patting me softly.
My parents no longer run the store, which means I cannot spend my secret times in my secret place any longer. Until now, whenever I feel lonely and depressed, especially in winter, I miss my cozy and comfortable attic. I sometimes eat tangerines on the electric pad pulling my bedclothes over my head, which enables me to recall the memories in my attic. It still makes me remember the smell and taste of sweet-and-sour tangerine, and the warmth which makes me find my own peace of mind.