Rewrite this in the style of Dr. Seuss.

 I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. It was a strategy for winning arguments,
respect from others, and eventually, though neither of us knew it at the time, chess games.
 "Bite back your tongue," scolded my mother when I cried loudly, yanking her hand toward the store that sold
bags of salted plums. At home, she said, "Wise guy, he not go against wind. In Chinese we say, Come from
South, blow with wind-poom!-North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen."
The next week I bit back my tongue as we entered the store with the forbidden candies. When my mother finished
her shopping, she quietly plucked a small bag of plums from the rack and put it on the counter with the rest of the
items. ,
 My mother imparted her daily truths so she could help my older brothers and me rise above our circumstances.
We lived in. San Francisco's Chinatown. Like most of the other Chinese children who played in the back alleys of
restaurants and curio shops, I didn't think we were poor. My bowl was always full, three five-course meals every
day, beginning with a soup of mysterious things I didn't want to know the names of.
 We lived on Waverly Place, in a warm, clean, two-bedroom flat that sat above a small Chinese bakery
specializing in steamed pastries and dim sum. In the early morning, when the alley was still quiet, I could smell
fragrant red beans as they were cooked down to a pasty sweetness. By daybreak, our flat was heavy with the odor
of fried sesame balls and sweet curried chicken crescents. From my bed, I would listen as my father got ready for
work, then locked the door behind him, one-two-three clicks.
 At the end of our two-block alley was a small sandlot playground with swings and slides well-shined down the
middle with use. The play area was bordered by wood-slat benches where old-country people sat cracking roasted
watermelon seeds with their golden teeth and scattering the husks to an impatient gathering of gurgling pigeons.
The best playground, however, was the dark alley itself. It was crammed with daily mysteries and adventures. My
brothers and I would peer into the medicinal herb shop, watching old Li dole out onto a stiff sheet of white paper
the right amount of insect shells, saffron-colored seeds, and pungent leaves for his ailing customers. It was said
that he once cured a woman dying of an ancestral curse that had eluded the best of American doctors. Next to the
pharmacy was a printer who specialized in gold-embossed wedding invitations and festive red banners.
system
dow. ses kii style main ise phir se likhen.

 main chah saal kaa tha jab meri maan ne mujhe adrishy takat kii kala sikhaai.yah tark jeetne ke liye ek ranneeti thi,
dusron se sammaan, or antat, haalanki ham donon main se koi bhi us samay yah nahin jaanata tha, shatranj khel.
 "apni jeebh ko waapas kaato," meri maan ko danta jab main jor se royaa, uske haath ko bechney vaale store kii ore bechaa
namakeen plums ke bag.ghar par, usne kaha, "budhimaan aadmi, vah hawa ke khilaaf nahin jaataa. chini main ham kehete hai, se aate hai
dakshin, pawan-pum ke saath jhatka! -thor kaa paalan karenge.sabase majboot hawa nahin dekhi ja sakati. ”
agle hafte maine apni jeebh ko peeche chhod diya kyonki hamane nishiddh candies ke saath store main pravesh kiya.jab meri maan samaapt ho gai
uski kharidari, usne chupchaap rack se plums kaa ek chota sa bag daalaa or baaki ke saath counter par rakhaa
saamaan.,
 meri maan ne apane dainik satya ko lagu kiya taaki vah mere bade bhaaiyon or mujhe hamaari paristhitiyon se upar uthne main madad kar sake.
ham san francisco ke chinatown main rahete the.adhikansh anya chini bacchon kii tarah jo peeche kii galiyon main khelte the
restaraan or curio kii dukaane, mujhe nahin laga ki ham garib the.meraa katoraa hameshaa bharaa hua tha, teen paanch-course bhojan har
din, rahasyamay chizon ke ek soup ke saath shuruyaat main ke naam nahin jaananaa chahta tha.
 ham ek garm, saaf, do-bedroom vaale flats main, ek chote se chini bekri ke upar baithe the
uble hue pastery or mand raashi main visheshgyata.subah -subah, jab gali abhi bhi shant thi, to main soongh saktaa tha
sugandhit laal beans ke rup main ve ek pasti mithaas ke liye neeche pakaaya gaya tha.din ke samay tak, hamaara flats gandh ke saath baari tha
tale hue til gendon or mithe kari chikan crescents.apane bistar se, main sunata tha ki mere pita ke liye taiyaar ho gaye
kaam, phir uske peeche kaa darwaja band kar diya, ek-do-teen clic.
 hamaare do-block gali ke ant main ek chota sa sandlot khel kaa maidan tha jisamen jhulon or slide acchhee tarah se neeche kii ore thi
upyog ke saath madhya.khel kshetra ko lakdi-slate benchon se gher liya gaya tha, jahaan puraane desh ke log bhunaa hua tha
tarbooz apane sunahare daanton ke saath or bhusi ko teetar -bitar karne vaale kabutaron kii ek adheer sabha ke liye.
sabase acha khel kaa maidan, haalanki, dark ele hi tha.yah dainik rahasyon or romaanch ke saath crammed tha.meraa
bhaaiyon or main aushadhiy jadi booti kii dukaan main sahakarmi karenge, puraane lee dol ko safed kaagaj kii ek kadi shit par dekh rahe hai
apane biimaar graahakon ke liye keet ke gole, kesar ke rang ke beej, or tikhi pattiyon kii sahi maatra.yah kaha gaya tha
ki vah ek baar ek mahila ko ek paitruk abhishaap se marane vaali mahila ko thik karata tha jisane america doctoron ko sabase acha kar diya tha.ke paas
farmesi ek printer tha jo sone se ubhare hue shaadi ke nimantran or utsav ke laal binar main visheshgyata rakhata tha.
user
ek baar, chinatown kii sadakon main,
mei naam kii ek ladki rahati thi, jisane ek adrishy mukut pahana tha.
uski maan budhimaan thi or ek gupt kala saajha kii,
adrishy takat jo mei ko alag kar degi.

"apni jeebh ko waapas kaato," uski maan kahegi,
jab din kii garmi main kunthaayen paidaa huin.
"chini main ham kehete hai, 'dakshin se aao, hawa se udaao-
pum!uttar kaa paalan karenge! 'apni shanti ko bachaane den. "

apni maan kii buddhi se prerit hokar, mei ne koshish karne kaa faisla kiya,
adrishy takat kii kala, akaash ke liye pahunchnaa.
candies se bhare ek store main, usne apni jeebh rakhi,
apni maan kii kharidari ke rup main chupchaap avlokan karnaa.

plums ke ek bag ke saath, vivekpurna rup se to main joda gaya,
uski maan ne mei ko dikhaane kii takat dikhaai.
haalanki ve chinatown ke aalingan main vinamratapurvak rahete the,
unka do-bedroom kaa flats ek aaramdaayak, garm sthaan tha.

ek bekri ke upar, sugandhit scents ne hawa ko bhar diya,
til gendon or kari chikan crescents itnaa nishpaksh.
paas kaa sandlot khel kaa maidan khushi kaa sthaan tha,
jhulon or slide ke saath chamakate hue oh itnaa ujjwal.

lekin mei or uske bhaaiyon ko sachcha romaanch mila,
andhere gali main, jahaan rahasy udhyam karenge.
unhone jadi booti kii dukaan ke chamatkaaron ko dekha,
or ek printer crafting nimantran, oh itnaa adhik.

unhone tarbooz ke beej ko fata, ullas ke saath kabutaron ko khilaanaa,
apane samudaay ke bare main bujurgon se sikhte hue.
mei kii maa ne apane sabak sikhaye jo sahan karenge,
dhairya or aakarshan ke saath jivan kii chunautiyon kaa saamana karnaa.
assistant
<|system|>
</s>
<|user|>
dow. ses kii style main ise phir se likhen.

 main chah saal kaa tha jab meri maan ne mujhe adrishy takat kii kala sikhaai.yah tark jeetne ke liye ek ranneeti thi,
dusron se sammaan, or antat, haalanki ham donon main se koi bhi us samay yah nahin jaanata tha, shatranj khel.
 "apni jeebh ko waapas kaato," meri maan ko danta jab main jor se royaa, uske haath ko bechney vaale store kii ore bechaa
namakeen plums ke bag.ghar par, usne kaha, "budhimaan aadmi, vah hawa ke khilaaf nahin jaataa. chini main ham kehete hai, se aate hai
dakshin, pawan-pum ke saath jhatka! -thor kaa paalan karenge.sabase majboot hawa nahin dekhi ja sakati. ”
agle hafte maine apni jeebh ko peeche chhod diya kyonki hamane nishiddh candies ke saath store main pravesh kiya.jab meri maan samaapt ho gai
uski kharidari, usne chupchaap rack se plums kaa ek chota sa bag daalaa or baaki ke saath counter par rakhaa
saamaan.,
 meri maan ne apane dainik satya ko lagu kiya taaki vah mere bade bhaaiyon or mujhe hamaari paristhitiyon se upar uthne main madad kar sake.
ham san francisco ke chinatown main rahete the.adhikansh anya chini bacchon kii tarah jo peeche kii galiyon main khelte the
restaraan or curio kii dukaane, mujhe nahin laga ki ham garib the.meraa katoraa hameshaa bharaa hua tha, teen paanch-course bhojan har
din, rahasyamay chizon ke ek soup ke saath shuruyaat main ke naam nahin jaananaa chahta tha.
 ham ek garm, saaf, do-bedroom vaale flats main, ek chote se chini bekri ke upar baithe the
uble hue pastery or mand raashi main visheshgyata.subah -subah, jab gali abhi bhi shant thi, to main soongh saktaa tha
sugandhit laal beans ke rup main ve ek pasti mithaas ke liye neeche pakaaya gaya tha.din ke samay tak, hamaara flats gandh ke saath baari tha
tale hue til gendon or mithe kari chikan crescents.apane bistar se, main sunata tha ki mere pita ke liye taiyaar ho gaye
kaam, phir uske peeche kaa darwaja band kar diya, ek-do-teen clic.
 hamaare do-block gali ke ant main ek chota sa sandlot khel kaa maidan tha jisamen jhulon or slide acchhee tarah se neeche kii ore thi
upyog ke saath madhya.khel kshetra ko lakdi-slate benchon se gher liya gaya tha, jahaan puraane desh ke log bhunaa hua tha
tarbooz apane sunahare daanton ke saath or bhusi ko teetar -bitar karne vaale kabutaron kii ek adheer sabha ke liye.
sabase acha khel kaa maidan, haalanki, dark ele hi tha.yah dainik rahasyon or romaanch ke saath crammed tha.meraa
bhaaiyon or main aushadhiy jadi booti kii dukaan main sahakarmi karenge, puraane lee dol ko safed kaagaj kii ek kadi shit par dekh rahe hai
apane biimaar graahakon ke liye keet ke gole, kesar ke rang ke beej, or tikhi pattiyon kii sahi maatra.yah kaha gaya tha
ki vah ek baar ek mahila ko ek paitruk abhishaap se marane vaali mahila ko thik karata tha jisane america doctoron ko sabase acha kar diya tha.ke paas
farmesi ek printer tha jo sone se ubhare hue shaadi ke nimantran or utsav ke laal binar main visheshgyata rakhata tha.</s>
<|assistant|>
ek baar, chinatown kii sadakon main,
mei naam kii ek ladki rahati thi, jisane ek adrishy mukut pahana tha.
uski maan budhimaan thi or ek gupt kala saajha kii,
adrishy takat jo mei ko alag kar degi.

"apni jeebh ko waapas kaato," uski maan kahegi,
jab din kii garmi main kunthaayen paidaa huin.
"chini main ham kehete hai, 'dakshin se aao, hawa se udaao-
pum!uttar kaa paalan karenge! 'apni shanti ko bachaane den. "

apni maan kii buddhi se prerit hokar, mei ne koshish karne kaa faisla kiya,
adrishy takat kii kala, akaash ke liye pahunchnaa.
candies se bhare ek store main, usne apni jeebh rakhi,
apni maan kii kharidari ke rup main chupchaap avlokan karnaa.

plums ke ek bag ke saath, vivekpurna rup se to main joda gaya,
uski maan ne mei ko dikhaane kii takat dikhaai.
haalanki ve chinatown ke aalingan main vinamratapurvak rahete the,
unka do-bedroom kaa flats ek aaramdaayak, garm sthaan tha.

ek bekri ke upar, sugandhit scents ne hawa ko bhar diya,
til gendon or kari chikan crescents itnaa nishpaksh.
paas kaa sandlot khel kaa maidan khushi kaa sthaan tha,
jhulon or slide ke saath chamakate hue oh itnaa ujjwal.

lekin mei or uske bhaaiyon ko sachcha romaanch mila,
andhere gali main, jahaan rahasy udhyam karenge.
unhone jadi booti kii dukaan ke chamatkaaron ko dekha,
or ek printer crafting nimantran, oh itnaa adhik.

unhone tarbooz ke beej ko fata, ullas ke saath kabutaron ko khilaanaa,
apane samudaay ke bare main bujurgon se sikhte hue.
mei kii maa ne apane sabak sikhaye jo sahan karenge,
dhairya or aakarshan ke saath jivan kii chunautiyon kaa saamana karnaa.</s>
