A Bricklayer's Dream（个人原创英文小说）
A Bricklayer’s Dream
It is a noisy world where everyone is seeking for something. Farmers, regardless of relentless heavy rains and burning sun, have been toiling in the same weather-beaten soil generation after generation simply to support their family and to send their children to college; Immigrant workers hold their tears ,pack their
bags, leave his wife and lovely children behind, travel to big cities to work as collies on construction site or repeat the same movements in factories’ production line again and again only to bring back a little money when comes the day
of reunion. Calculative business men, try every means to accumulate wealth and money. Crooked politicians spare no cost and leave no stone unturned to seek for
power…..
Dick had been also seeking for something all the time in his limited life.
Dick, 20 years old, an invisible poor little creature struggling for his dream
in a big city where he would think his dream was. Angular and small, a mild wind could blow down him，whose rough, weather-beaten hands and tan face suggested
whatever plight life had placed upon him
Following his father’s feet, he had gone all the way from the remotest corner
of this country which had cultivated him to become a bricklayer in this big city, for the sake of livelihood, of fulfilling his dream, a dream haunting him relentlessly day and night, which lit a lamp, an ever-lasting hope for his dull and
monotonous life dealing with bricks, cement, sand and soil most of his time
For countless nights when he had finished a whole day’s toiling, he would walk over half an hour, from his shabby lodging-a basement to the same place where
a famous college was situated, where boys and girls of his age were supposed to
be.
They were late nights when the campus was deserted, the noise of daytime died,
with stars dotted over the cloudy sky and the moon was hanging high. An untold
longing and satisfaction rose deep in his inner world when he, along the bumpy,
twisted lanes accumulated with leaves, wandered across the whole campus, passed
the ghost shadow of trees cast by the moonlight, the time-standing school-buildings, the lonely lamp post , the umbrella-like plum trees scattered irregularly in a garden, the cool stone chairs here and there hidden in the woods on the sloping hills, the magnificent sports center, the dark green lawns, and the pavilion
towering on the waist of the hills. Like a walking corpse, he would linger there for a long time ,not a soul to be visible around, wondering whatever wonderful
things had happened during daytime on the charming campus---How a 70-year-old well known literature professor analyzed the protagonist Jia Baoyu of <<Dream
of The Red Chamber>> How an important senior physical scientist explained
students relativity patiently; How a native female English teacher taught them
authentic London accent; How students did self-study diligently in the school-buildings when there was no class; How students fought against each other for each
ball in the sports center; How those exhausted walkers rushed to the pavilion to escape burning sun and unexpected rains; How boys and girls lied down on the lawns whispering sweet words to each other; How a sad young boy roamed down the concrete lane with a heavy heart after failing an important exam in the afternoon
when an old, beautiful tune from the campus broadcast found their way into his
ears all of a sudden…
Anyway it was not unattainable since he was not far away from his dream conceived five years, for he had persuaded the school to give him the chance to be an
auditor only he paid enough money, which he would have collected the coming day.
The next day, he got up at the crack of dawn in a relaxed mood. He took his tools, put on his new uniform, headed for the construction site, wondering how he
would talk to the boss, got his money and--- unaware of the uncertain fate ahead
of him
It was a hot, windless summer afternoon when the white sun was burning high, the
sky was cloudless, the hard soil was cracked and almost baked. Now he had got his job done. He descended from the top cautiously, had his tools packed one by one meticulously, and stood up slowly. The very moment he rose, a steel plate dropped from the 20th floor of the building, hit right against his head, instantly
he lost consciousness and was killed, face upward, legs stretched, one of his hand in his pocket where he hid the tuition. Around the body, there was blood everywhere and brains was dashed out, and his deformed helmet rolled a little away…
Curious bystanders followed the commotion caused by the accident, came to the
chaotic site, gossiped about it for a while, made comments light-heartedly, lingered there for another second, then left the lonely body behind, disappeared in
the thick darkness setting, unaware of Dick’s dream.
作者联系地址：湖北武汉 华中师范大学 2005级 行政管理研究生（1）班
王伟（收）
邮编：430079
e-mail: dick_1980@126.com
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