叙功:请教各位，帮我翻译这信件成英语吧，满意的再加分！

How are you? I returned to read your letter on June 14th again and again. I admire your chariness and brightness, I am touched by your understanding. I know limited English words and limited living language. Today, science and technology developed, if we can meet each other, I think the electronic dictionary would help.
I have not forgotten my commitment to you and our exchanging. I lost your message suddenly, how can I reply to you? I like you but whom I can tell? I am not the woman who is voluntary, I respect your choice.
Canadian states and municipalities have different habits and ways. China is the same.
My mother gave birth to me in Guangzhou, parents worked very busily so they decided to sent me to my grandmother’s hometown—Hangzhou. I am fond of the soft and elegant of the west lake in Hangzhou ,of the emerald green grassplot, of the charming mimosa in spring, of verdant bamboo and evergreen trees here and there in the mountain, of a river running through in front of grandma's house. On the dark green river, there always would be gracile little boats full of lotus roots which fill the air faint scent. At that time, I have learn the nobleness of lotus flowers which are not polluted absolutely growing in mud… When at the age I could speak, my grandfather returned from work and taught me to intonate the “Three Character Primer” and Tang poem. "Men are born good …" It was deeply remained in the memory of my childhood.
At the age of six, my mother brought me back to Guangzhou for school with tears which form my grandmother and crying of mine. At that time, I missed my grandmother and grandfather very much.
That was my hometown in my childhood.
Samian’ Tower, the Dongshan villa, the clear Zhujiang River, the quiet East Park, they are all in my second hometown—Guangzhou. I often stand on the balcony to see the white storks or gray storks with big wings and long necks feeding their children in the nest who are hungry---the deep love for child. I was the youngest daughter of my parents , they gave me all the love. I loved my mother and father, and never thought about leaving…The year 1966, a shake-up age in the history of China, just liked an earthquake to my life. Dad’ head was hurt and bleeding, my beautiful mother’ face was painted by inn. I genuflect on my knees and cried: "Don’t hit my Dad and Mum!” I was pushed on the floor badly, Dad broke loose madly, pulled me up and say:“Don’t hurt my daughter, she is still a little girl!” He cried to my mother loudly:“Take our daughter away, be quick!”
My grandfather and father were not poets, but they like poems all their lives. Grandfather lost himself in the iatrical world and held his own ground. Then he created the beauty like pomes. Father ran for his dream,
although the process contained many troubles, he created a world filled with solemn and stirring just as pomes.
Fortunately, all of these had become history. My motherland is developing and advancing. Maybe my living influences my life and character. Women in Jiangnan are graceful and restrained, my parents are kindly, I hope I can treat everyone understandingly and kindly. Most Chinese parents love their children so much and for nothing, they want them to be successful, so do I.
I had ever thought about recombining a new family, but my daughter said:“I don’t need anyone else except my mum and grandparents.” Years past, I do not know if it is right or wrong. Until the day when my daughter graduated and went far away for school, she said to me:“Mum, you are still young, I am sorry for the misunderstanding of you at past. You should enjoy your own life…”I am moved, and tears covered my face. I was happy because of my daughter’ understanding. But the feeling of depression and loneliness is still in my heart, I thought about myself…I should have my own life.
How to make the decision? I believe that you will do it carefully.
Even if you have other choice, I will still wish you happy genuinely!

Neil : Good. I returned to read your June 14 letter, your careful and smart I admire, I am touched by your understanding. I will limited English words and limited living language. Current technology, I see if Marriage depends on fate, but to use the "Autotoll" first exchange. I have not forgotten our commitment to you and exchanges. You just heard about no, I can reply to you? Like you to say? I did not take the initiative to type women, I respect your choice. Canadians states and municipalities have different habits and the same way. China is the same. My mother gave birth in Guangzhou, parents work too, makes less than one year old will be sent to me ---- Hangzhou. I like the gentle spirit of sacrifice Hangzhou West Lake, like green grass and lush spring grass have a smile, like winter blue and green screen Tsui Chuk the Cheung Tsing trees like cooking shed tears in front of a flowing brook. Brook dark green of the water, often piercing careful with the boat loaded with delicate fragrance pervaded root of lotus Lin through : : I know the district for the mud without dye proved. I will say, my grandfather returned from the Three Character Classic and I wanted Tang poem recitation. "men are born good : :" I deeply remain in the memory of childhood. Six, the grandmother lost her mother in her voice and I will be back to Guangzhou to me. At that time, I would like to wish my grandmother grandfather. That is my childhood home. Guangzhou sand (Guangzhou, a place name)'s Tower, the villa Dongshan, the Pearl River-steep, quiet East Park is my second home. I often see big wings Zhanzaiyangtaishang long neck white stork grey stork come around waiting for the birds to nest nursing child --- in calf went. I was the youngest daughter of parents who gave me all the love, I like my mother father, step do not want to leave : : 66-year history of the market changes, as seconds. Dad heads flow of the blood spot, a beautiful mother faces painted shields, I kneel forward cries of : "I hit the other parents. "I was the one to push in the ground, like father like crazy pulled off a twisting, pull me :" do not move my daughter, she also small. "Dad told her loudly cries : "fast-daughter walk. "My grandfather and father were not poets, poetry is life ardently love song given. Grandpa dug his medical world, to the world of their own, and created a poem as beautiful. Father into an ideal one, although many painfully ordeal, but a poem like tragically. Fortunately, all this has become history. I motherland is development and progress. Perhaps I am living environment affects my life and character. Jiangnan woman most representative works, parents kindly, I hope to everyone wide open and love. Most Chinese parents care for their children along with the love and hope that I have. I thought about the reorganization family, the daughter said : "I do not others, as long as her mother, grandfather grandmother. "Year after year, I do not know right or wrong? Until one day, her daughter went 10,000 university graduates and school, said to me : "Your mother was young, in the past I do not learn, I am sorry, you should have their lives : :" I touched her entire face. To begin daughter happy. Lost to heart the bitter grief often kicked around in the dark of night on : : I should have its own life. Neil, I hope you are careful to say "love you", I never had the feeling of responsibility and betrayal. The failure of the first marriage is a special historical tragedies, slowly you will understand. How decisions you will carefully chosen. Even if you have to re-choice, I will sincerely wish you happiness.