It is good to have dreams. Dreams mean hopes. I forgot what kind of dreams I had when I was back in China. But looking back to what I have been through here in the United States, I can see all my footsteps and its curvings and all the longings that have been accompanying them. I had dreamed for a car, not a big one, only a small car will do. I had dreamed for a house, not gorgeous but a simple one would be great. I dreamed about motherhood; I dreamed about a good stable job. All those have come true. In the process of dreams coming true, I learnt to be always thankful and content.
These recent years I started to dream about something else. I dreamed about becoming an English writer. I have no doubt that I am a very unique and excellent Chinese writer who has already surpassed the art of language. I want to become a good English writer, may not be as good as my Chinese works, but have the same elegance in the spirit and with the same kindness and strength to present to my English readers.
So here I come again. Just like my early stage of computer programming, I ...