Six Paragraphs

Birds were singing, in the morning, when the sky was still dark, I lifted up the curtain beside my bed. Some people had awoken with the lights in their rooms, such was mine. Another day, a new day, but, stay at home.

Out of my window, in the court within my accommodation, there was a black man holding his body facing the ground. He was doing an exercise, silently, brightly. There was a blue cushion which corresponded with his blue sports outfit.

What a warm sunny day, I could feel the lustre through the square in the wall of my room. Undoubtedly Spring had come, which story the small yellow flowers and that tree in white and pink were telling. So what were they talking, the two ladies who were sitting side by side on different benches? I didn’t know, for I could only see their hairs through the tree.

Boxes, masks, protective clothes and familiar voices, I noticed them before they appeared under the window. I was happy when I saw them, because I knew they had come to distribute “health packages” to Chinese students who had registered to China Embassy. I became nervous in fact, because tens of minutes later I got no notifications to collect, until they left; there were bright orange crosses on their white protective clothes.

Many times I had heard the sound of wheels sliding on the ground. British students were moving cases in the court. I came back from shopping, there was a car whose back storage door was open parking near the door of the accommodation. As I proceeded, parents carrying bags and cases appeared in my eyes, they were moving out of the accommodation. I knew, students who want to go home can be released from the contract…

I had received the grade of the listening exam of Academic English Skills module. As it neared the dusk, voices of boys and girls chatting passed into my room. Unfortunately, what I heard was English, if this was a listening exam, I could get no better than 2, the number of words I could identify from their chatting. But, I say, this is good. They don’t know me, I don’t know them; as they come and sit around the wooden table in the court, chatting almost every day and eating sometimes, though I dare not, I’d like to.