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In one corner of town, the timber-framed house where Yawen and I live is in a state of disrepair.
Whenever the wind blows, the wooden beams creak and the walls crack one after another. As we watched our neighbors' new homes be built, Yawen and I decided it was time to rebuild our home.
Although I was a little hesitant, I knew it had to be done. I'm an introvert, not a good communicator, and I'm always reserved about asking for help.
But Yawen is different, she can talk to anyone, and she can always find her place in any exchange meeting in the village. Faced with the imminent reconstruction, she suggested asking for help from the neighbors to ease our burden.
Although I was apprehensive, with Yawen's enthusiasm and determination, I finally agreed.
After Yawen's proposal was reluctantly agreed to by me, she immediately went into action. She traveled from place to place in the village, knocking on the doors of her neighbors one by one, inviting them to help rebuild our home with her infectious smile and sincere words.
Seeing her so positive, although I was still a little uneasy in my heart, I also began to slowly let go of the burden in my heart. As time went on, our yard grew lively.
Neighbors were carrying hammers, wood, and even homemade snacks, all smiling, as if this was not only helping us, but also a community gathering.
I tried to restrain my introversion and join them, not saying much, but trying to show my gratitude with actions. I've noticed that whenever a new neighbor joins, Yawen is always the first to greet me and introduce me and the work I'm doing.
Her enthusiasm seems to be contagious to everyone, even those villagers who usually don't talk much, will be led by her to join in the heavy work.
This gave me a new understanding of Yawen and gradually learned how to communicate with people with her help. In the reconstruction work, the day I feared most finally came - the upper beam.
It is an important ritual for building a house in the countryside and symbolizes the birth of a new home. Early that morning, almost everyone in the village who could come came. The men were shoulder to shoulder, carrying heavy beams, and the women were busy preparing food.
The air was filled with the smell of wood and earth, and the laughter of everyone. I stood aside, helping to hand over the tools, filled with mixed emotions – gratitude, relief, and an indescribable hint of pride.
But when the girder was finally firmly placed on top and people began to cheer, I noticed that some people began to quietly leave. They didn't stay long and didn't wait for the celebratory meal that was about to begin.
Yawen was busy tidying up the scene with the others, and I walked over and asked her if she had noticed it. Yawen looked around, smiled wryly and said, "Maybe it's because they still have something to do at home." Our busy time, for them, may just be a favor. ”
I'm a little disappointed, but I understand. It makes me even more grateful to those who still stay and help. Yawen was even busier, arranging food for delivery to neighbors who had already returned home.
I watched her nimble gestures, and a warm current welled up in my heart. Even though not everyone can stay and share this moment, their help and heart are enough to make me feel happy and grateful.
The rebuilding work continues, and my mindset is slowly changing. From the actions of Yawen and the villagers, I began to learn how to be more open to help and try to learn how to give.
The process was more than just building a house, it was rebuilding my trust and sense of belonging to this community. That afternoon, as the sun slowly went down, the reconstruction was nearing completion.
There were smiles of satisfaction and exhaustion on everyone's faces. Yawen and my daughter were busy in the kitchen and prepared a table of sumptuous dishes to show our gratitude to the people in the village for their help.
The villagers were supposed to get together and enjoy this grateful-prepared dinner, but I found that many had quietly left, leaving only a few old neighbors still helping to pack up their tools.
I had mixed feelings, and I couldn't understand why they didn't stay for the meal. Seeing that I looked lonely, Yawen came over and held my hand, and said softly: "They have their own lives and their own busyness. Their ability to help is already the greatest support for us. We should be grateful to them for taking the time to take their time and not feel lost because they couldn't fully participate. ”
I nodded, trying my best to suppress the sense of loss in my heart. Just then, my daughter came running to tell us that the food was ready and asked if we should start inviting the neighbors who were still there to come over for dinner.
Yawen smiled and said to me, "We deliver this food to every house. Those who can't stay, let them feel our hearts. ”
Our mother and daughter picked up containers full of food and delivered them door to door. Everywhere I went, although some of the doors were closed, the neighbors who were at home seemed very surprised and grateful.
Their enthusiasm and sincere gratitude made the ice in my heart begin to melt. I've come to understand what Yawen said about the power of community that isn't just about physical help, it's about giving spiritual support when we need it.
When we got home, it was nightfall. As I stand in front of my new home, which is nearing completion, I look at the walls and roofs that have been built by the community and feel more warm than ever.
Yes, it's not just a house made of wood and masonry, it's a warm place built by the affection and support of the neighborhood. At this moment, I really felt the power of community, and those silent but deep emotional connections.
Standing in front of the door of our new home, Yawen and I held hands, feeling the fatigue and satisfaction of the day. This house is not only our habitat, but also a symbol of community spirit.
In the process, I learned to trust and rely on others, and I also learned that the warmth between people can go beyond words.
My heart is no longer the old Liu who is always hesitating. I learned how to find a balance between giving and receiving, how to express gratitude in actions rather than words.
Now, whenever I see these familiar walls and eaves, I think of the neighbors who helped us and their selfless smiles.
It's not just a rebuilding of a house, it's a reshaping of the mind. Our home is an emotional monument built brick by brick throughout the village, forever remembering the camaraderie and support of our neighbors.