俄勒冈的夏天渐渐走来,距离回国,还有25天。我望着湛蓝的天空,回想着异乡留学生活的第一年。曾经的我,戴的还是圆圆的小眼镜,从不敢相信自己会离开父母,独自一个人在遥远的外地生活。别人家的孩子大都清早起床,自己骑车上学,我却要保姆背着我的书包,护送着穿过马路送到学校去。很多年过去了,我在大洋彼岸一个素不相识的饱受金融危机影响的美国人家里熬过了大半年,寄人篱下的生活让我尝到了委屈,尝到 Oregon summer gradually come, from home, there are 25 days. I looked at the blue skies and recalled the first year of studying in a foreign country. Once I, wearing or round glasses, can not believe I will leave their parents, alone in a remote field life. Most other children’s children get up early in the morning, riding their own school, but I have nanny carrying my bag, escorted across the road to school. Many years have passed, and I spent six months in a home to Americans who were unaccountably affected by the financial crisis across the ocean. My lifestyles made me feel wronged and tasted