Recalling family ties

There is a feeling, like a spring in the depths of my soul, flowing endlessly, spitting endlessly, running forever and ever, to water every grass and tree in my life journey… There is a person, like the eternal god, who will never die in your heart and mind.
— inscription
“Wow…” With a loud cry, the whole family’s suspense was relieved. I was born. Before that, the doctor told my family that this is an unsound fetus, it’s best to abolish it, but because my mother is very old and has been married for many years before conceiving a baby, everyone is hesitant, is a grandfather’s sentence, “No matter what kind of child is born, it must be born.” Let everybody calm down like eating a heart-setting pill. It was not until this cry brought out a healthy, tender child that everyone really laughed with joy.
“Grandpa, here I am!” Every time I walk in the yard, I can’t wait to shout out, because I want to see my grandfather soon.
My grandfather is tall and strong, but he has a beer belly better than watermelon; my grandfather is a small flat head, there is a black and white hybridization house, the face of meat every time he laughs, it is the same kind smile as most elders; my grandfather, smoking like life, right index finger and middle finger, has been smoked yellow. And the “permanent incense” is installed, and how much soap can’t wash out that smell. It was a pair of cocoon-covered hands that were extremely rough, but in my eyes, it was the warmest and thickest hand in the world.
Grandpa loves smoking, but I always think it’s a rumor. After all, he never smoked a cigarette in front of me. Some of the smoke in the house is just that if there is no smoke.
Grandpa is an all-round player, it seems that he will not, like: repair electrical appliances, repair water pipes, repair bicycles, repair houses… He came in all sorts of ways. Whatever the neighbor or friend asked him to do, he turned around and took the tools and left without saying a word. Once repaired, they never get paid. I think that’s the first thing Grandpa taught me – to be helpful and not to ask for anything in return.
Speaking of foreign customs, that is not entirely true. When Grandpa is elegant, he still gives people the illusion that he is a man full of language and ink, especially when playing chess.
I remember once, my grandfather took me to see him play chess, and repeatedly told me not to quarrel with him. At the beginning, he slowly entered the state, just like a stone carving, except for the eyebrow, a moment of locking, a moment of stretching, people are uncertain. Although I don’t know chess, I can also see that grandpa and his chess friends play happily with each other. I guess that’s why so many players like to find grandpa to play chess. Not only because the chess is good, but also because Grandpa knows how to share this share – quiet.
“Laoding, fresh pork cuts two kilos for you!” I’m familiar with such Nanchang dialect cries. That’s what Uncle Meat Seller usually calls. He must have seen Grandpa. Grandpa is his regular customer, and he sells two or three kilograms at a time. Grandpa loves meat very much. Every time I went, he would make a big bowl of red-roasted meat. He always said, “Children grow up and eat more meat.” Grandpa knew that I like lean meat, so he put fat into his bowl every time. Looking at me eating, he seemed happier than the man who ate me, and his eyes were narrowed with laughter.
Memories of childhood are inseparable from grandpa’s. I was brought up by my grandfather. When he went there, I went there. At that time, Grandpa would go to Zhongshan Bridge every afternoon to hang out and play with the old people of his age, chatting together, but those topics always revolved around me, just like this granddaughter was the treasure he discovered after years of excavation. Maybe it was infected by my grandpa. Since I was a child, I didn’t recognize students and liked making friends.
I thought it would last forever. However, the world is often not what people want, grandpa suffered from advanced gastric cancer. Watching him lose weight day by day, without beer belly and fat all over, he will never bulge up a small bag with laughter, some of which are only skin and bones. It’s been a long time in hospital, and I always believe everything will be okay.
That afternoon, I came to see my grandpa after school and said that I wanted to eat his roast pork. My grandpa also promised to eat it for me as soon as he got well. I went out to play with my friends in the yard for a while. When I came back, I heard a loud cry before entering the door. I rushed into the house and saw a grandfather who was closed-eyed and could not wake up, no matter how shaking he was. However, I did not cry, I do not know why, looking at that motionless body, I, silent, do not say, do not cry.
In the evening, almost all the relatives came, placing the sadness I could not understand. That night, I was sitting in a chair, not sleeping, just dazed. The next few days, I was the first to wake up, the first to give him perfume, tell him, I think he, I am angry that he did not fulfill his promise.
A few days later, in the spiritual hall, I listened to the meaningless mourning speech and watched the outside lying fairly and quietly in the transparent box. In the afternoon, I was a few meters away from him outside the railings, watching him push into a box, the fire suddenly burned. At that moment, I fell on my knees and burst into tears like a storm; at that moment, I shed all the tears that I had not been able to shed before, and the cries around me were very loud, but I could not hear them, and I was buried by my own cries. I know, I have already faced the reality, that most painful grandfather, really, really, no longer.
Grandpa, he, left others with photographs, belongs to the memory between him and them, left to me, but it is the love that death can not take away, it is always the kind smile, it belongs to our eternal memory.
Five years later, I come to recall him and turn out all the memories hidden in my heart; to recall the past bit by bit; to recall what he taught me, helpful, not rewarding; to recall his quiet; to recall his red-roasted meat; to recall the blood-soluble affection in water, the love that will remain in my heart forever.

Mid-Autumn Festival Eve

Late at night, with a slightly cool autumn wind, in the morning sunshine on the grass and leaves that glittering dew, every time this season comes, the mood is particularly comfortable, such a season makes people feel no depression. I remember when I was a child in my hometown, this season is the autumn harvest in the north, peanuts are ripe in this season. I remember that when I was very young, I often followed my father to collect peanuts in the peanut fields on the hillside. I remember that I did not go to school at that time, there was no pressure, it was simple, I didn’t want to worry about anything. In the morning, before the sun had risen, my father would get up early and work on the ground. I ran to the trolley early and waited for my father. My father pushed me up the hill with the trolley. I felt that there were many dreams in the wooden trolley. I dreamed of picking wild fruits on the hill. I dreamed of catching crickets on the mountain. On the winding mountain road, I only felt my father walking forward step by step. The pace is so steady. Half the way, you will see the sun. The warm sunshine shines on my face, leaving a pinch of sweat on the tip of my nose.
When I arrived at my peanut field, I always couldn’t tell the boundaries of my own. My father always compared with me before he worked. There was a big stone from here to there. Every time I told you in detail, I was afraid I would forget it. Then my father always habitually took out the cigarette bag that had been hanging on his waist, rolled up a cigarette and took a deep breath. When he saw the cigarette smoke coming out of his father’s mouth, he felt that it tasted good. In my memory, it was the father’s taste, which gave me a sense of steadfastness.
There are many treasures on the mountain. In my eyes, wild flowers, strange-shaped small rocks, all kinds of insects I collect, I will take them home. My favorite thing is to catch a scorpion, because it is too cunning to catch it for half a day, and it also bites my little hand, it is always in the Bush from inside to and fro, the color and leaves, not recognizable, there are many thorns on the bush, I simply can not catch it quickly. When I can’t catch it, I will pester my father and let him catch it with me.
I would also sit on the rocks on the top of the mountain and watch my father working. I would eat all kinds of wild fruits in my mouth. At that time, I never thought about how tired my father’s hard work was. By noon my mother would bring us warm meals on her shoulders. My mother was very weak, and my heavy father would never let her do it. My father and I were sitting in the field eating together, and from time to time I would run around the mountains with my mother’s baked cake to catch up with a flying grasshopper and come back panting. My father always looked at me with reproachful eyes, disrelishing me for not having a good meal and feeling really happy at that time. There are many walnut trees on the mountain, so I went to pick walnuts, climbed to the top of the tree, could not come down, cried for my father, and then stepped on his shoulder to dare to come down.
Every season, I always feel that there are too many peanuts in the field. After dinner in the evening, because I was afraid that the peanuts would be lost, I would follow my father and take the quilt to sleep in the field. Father propped up a small shed with plastic film, and we laid quilts in it.
When the sun goes down, there will be a lot of insects flying in the sky with lights. At that time, they don’t know what it is. They run and chase after it. After they catch it, they ask their father what it is. Later, they know that it is a firefly. Autumn night air is very fresh, the sky is very high and clear. I can see many stars with my head up. I feel tired with my neck when I hold my head up for a long time. I just walk on the grass, fold a wild chrysanthemum, hold it in my mouth, a fresh taste, and count the stars. The sky is so beautiful. At this time, the moon is half round. At that time, I always felt that there was a grandpa on the moon. The moon is changing every day. Maybe the grandpa on the moon is playing tricks. In a few days, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be called August 15th in my hometown. What I hope most is that the Mid-Autumn Festival will eat mooncakes made by my mother herself. Mother would fry and crush the new peanuts and the walnuts I picked, then put on brown sugar, peanut oil and moon cake fillings, make moon cakes with wooden mooncake models, one by one, printed on them, mother would be very careful to put the moon cakes in the cooking pot branded, one by one, or it would be pasty, mother’s hands are very rough, and not afraid of scalding. At this time, I will be happy to wait for the first moon cake to come out. Mother’s mooncakes are very fragrant but slightly greasy, so I won’t eat them unless I can eat two.
Mother always cooks several dishes in the evening of Mid-Autumn Festival. Father always remembers to buy soda for me in the shop. When I drink soda, my father drinks liquor. I feel that liquor is not good at all. At that time, there was no TV at home. After dinner, I would listen to my mother’s story about Cowherd and Weaver Girl. Then I fell asleep unconsciously.
In a twinkling of an eye, I have been married, and my father and mother are much older. Yesterday, my father called me. I said that I would go home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with you. My father said that you were not very busy there? Don’t come back when you are busy. I know my father is afraid of delaying my work. I really want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you. I discuss with my girlfriend in the evening and bring my parents together to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival. They said they had become accustomed to living in their hometown and felt uncomfortable in the city.
Every season that miss will be very strong, along with the upcoming round of the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, to my parents at home say happy Mid-Autumn Festival, wish you two old people good health, children miss you in the distance!

Cherish the love you have

Cherish, an eternal topic, cherish time, cherish life, cherish… I want to cherish the love I have.
Black and white hair, deep but bright eyes, tall nose, wrinkled forehead… I turned over my photo with my grandmother and looked at her kind and gentle smile. Sweet and sad memories flooded into my heart.
When I was a child, my parents sent me to my grandmother’s home in the countryside for work reasons. I was in a heaven of freedom and happiness. Running with friends on the ridge, playing with butterflies in the orchard and playing with poultry in the yard. I was naughty, either breaking the pot or trampling on the crops, but my grandmother didn’t scold me and always gave me a gentle and amiable laugh. Whether in the morning, noon, or evening, my grandmother made me the most delicious and nutritious meal. In the morning, my grandmother milked me fresh milk, or made me lean porridge with preserved eggs; at noon and evening, my grandmother always changed patterns to make me good food, I always eat a face of satisfaction and happiness, my grandmother saw me so happy, also showed a kind smile, in the light, particularly mild.
Grandma cooks delicious food, and I want to learn. But Grandma always smiled and said to me, “Wanlin is still young, and when she grows up, she will make a better meal than Grandma.” But I always pestered my grandmother, who had no choice but to let me watch her do it. When appropriate, let me help her get something.
“Wanlin, get some salt for Grandma.”
“Good!” I sniffed into the kitchen locker and turned it upside down and found a small bottle of white powder. Um… Salt is like that. I showed it to my grandmother happily.
Grandma looked at the small bottle with white powder in my hand, looked around, opened it, smelled it, and then laughed, “Is this salt?”
“Yes.” My solemn answer.
Later, Grandma laughed so hard that she couldn’t stand up. I was a little angry: “This is salt!”
Wanlin, this is the sugar you use to drink soy milk. It’s not the salt we use for cooking!” Grandma had a spoiled smile on her face.
I pouted my lips and nodded, seemingly unintelligible.
Grandma likes to go to the garden in her spare time. I also like a fart bug. Grandma took a big straw hat, I took a small straw hat; Grandma planted flowers, I also planted flowers, Grandma pulled grass, I also pulled grass. At that time, I would not carry the seedlings. I would not plant them properly. Instead, the seedlings were broken. I was afraid that my grandmother would scold me, so I buried the seedlings in the soil, which was regarded as a “burial” for them. But I do not give in, or a vigorous load, a vigorous plug, a vigorous break, I kept burying the broken seedlings in the soil, Grandma looked back at me, laughed: “Just a little bit of patience, how can you plug in?” Grandma’s old cocoon-covered hand wrapped around my hand, slowly inserted into the soil, Grandma’s hand is clear and cold, but I feel very warm. The seedlings are intact, standing proudly in the soil and exuding vitality. I cheered and my grandmother laughed happily.
With the passage of time, I grew up slowly, and my grandmother’s wrinkles became deeper and deeper. I used to indulge in my grandmother’s gentle laughter, indulge in her warmth, indulge in her favor, and take her favor for granted. As I grew up, I was not as lovable as I was when I was a child. It was very playful. My grandmother often taught me, but I ignored my grandmother’s earnest instruction and love. I thought it was right.
Until one day, Grandma and I were eating in the restaurant, I was absent-minded to look up at Grandma, but I did not expect that I stayed, Grandma’s breathing more and more heavy, urgent, paler and paler, and finally gave me a deep look, the corners of the mouth barely pulled a curvature, even fainted on the ground. I was so frightened that I called my parents.
In the terrible silence of the hospital corridor, suddenly came my bursts of choking, the “in-operation” brand suddenly lit up, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom. Why did Grandma not laugh? Why is her face pale? I looked at my parents’gloomy face, and I understood what the foreshadows were. My heart was like a hole in the ice, and I felt sorry for my grandmother.
Suddenly the lights went out and my eyes flashed, but my heart broke into powder when I saw the doctor’s gloomy face like that of my parents.
On the white bed lay the pale grandmother, who slowly opened her eyes. Her first sentence was, “Has Wanlin eaten yet?”
“Um.” Hearing Grandma’s words, my heart was painful for a moment, and my heart was full of flavors. Suddenly, the past flashed into my mind like a movie. When I was hungry, my grandmother cooked meals for me; when I was bored, I thought of my grandmother playing with me; when I made mistakes, I thought of my grandmother’s earnest teachings to me; when I thought of my grandmother’s laughter, everything… Also think of, I shouted at my grandmother, love for her, I turned a blind eye, deaf, grandmother is love for me, and I? Did you repay her? Did she get nothing but a bump in the face? When I returned to my childhood, I was full of deep love for my grandmother, and… Endless apologies and guilt… For a moment, only for a moment, I had tears on my face.
I went over and grabbed my grandmother’s old cocoon-covered hand. “Wan Lin, you must not be sad when Grandma is gone in the future. People always have to be born, old, sick and dead. You should study hard and be a useful person. Stop being so playful… Listen to your parents, stop being capricious and talk back… Know, you know?” Grandma held my hand, and I nodded. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her pale face. She was still gentle, kind and warm, but my heart withered little by little until the freezing point.
The hands slowly loosened and Grandma closed her eyes, but there was still a kind smile on her face.
I want to cry, but think of Grandma’s dying words, yes, Grandma does not like me to cry, I barely bend my lips, but my laughter is ugly, unprecedented ugly. Finally, I still couldn’t help but burst into tears…
Grandma, I miss you, I miss the food you cooked, I miss you playing with me, I miss your warm smile, I miss everything about you… Grandma, I feel guilty. I feel guilty. I shouldn’t yell at you. I feel guilty. I shouldn’t talk back to you. I feel guilty. I shouldn’t turn a blind eye to your love. When you were alive, I neglected your love. When I really lost it, I regretted it. I learned to cherish your love, cherish possession, never forget each other, and do and cherish it.

Tree elder brother

When I was young, one day, some children and I were catching butterflies in the countryside and running. We suddenly ran into a forest that we had never seen before. At the same time, the butterflies also flew away. While the other children were feeling a little disappointed, I was deeply fascinated by the clean and messy woods.
Because the trees in the woods are arranged in an orderly way, when the wind blows, all the leaves rustle, as if from a pure natural rhythm, the woods go east and west, the trunks are brown, and there are green spots in the brown. Only one of the trees is slightly thicker, and the rest of the trees are still young and young. So, out of curiosity, I left the other children and walked alone to the slightly stout tree in the woods.
“Brother Tree, are you the leader here? Why are you so strong and strong?” I said softly, with curiosity, touching the brown tree trunk with green dots with small hands.
When the tree listened, it seemed to shake its head with the wind, and then the green dots seemed to burst into a slight smile. It seemed to tell me that this little sister, I am not a leader, but a common tree. As for why it grows a little different, it may be that I have better patience in general, so I absorb more sunshine, air and water than other small trees. Enough is enough.
Although I was too young to go to elementary school, and had no deep thinking ability, my brother muttered to me, relying only on a child’s instinct, intuition told me everything.
Since then, every time I come here to play with my friends, I have to come to this small forest and have a wonderful conversation with my brother. Until I am tired, thirsty and hungry in this small forest, I am too tired to leave reluctantly.
Later, when I grew up and went to school, I could only use my vacation time to go to the woods occasionally. I would report to my brother tree about my recent situation. I would say, “Brother tree, I’m going to school now. You know, our school is beautiful, the students are much older, the teachers are very good, I study hard, and the final exam is the first one.”
Every time my tree brother hears this, he is as usual, swaying with the wind, praising me, bragging about me, who knows, but I only know that no matter what I say to him, as long as I tell him what I think, I feel relaxed all over. For a long time, the tree brother is in my heart, both like my brother and my brother. Like my friend. I couldn’t live without the trouble of telling my mind to my brother tree. In the dark, I also felt that he was calling me from a distant place. Because I have the problem of talking with Dashu, so many children accompanying me grow up to be somewhat incomprehensible, and some directly say that I have the problem.
So, at first, there were some children from neighbouring families willing to accompany me to the grove, but as I grew older and older, the trees grew taller and stronger. Finally, no one would like to accompany me to the grove to see my brother.
I had to go alone, and I was determined that I had grown up and did not need the company of others. So I insisted on visiting my tree brother in my spare time.
Every time I went, I was happy and excited, but until one day, when I found that I had suffered the setback of people’s legend for the first time in my life journey, I no longer wanted to go anywhere, no longer want to go into the house, no longer want to integrate into the outside world, I found myself changed, become inferior, lonely and incredible.
I don’t want to go to see Brother Tree anymore. To be exact, Brother Tree is gradually forgotten in my memory, because my heart has been occupied by endless so-called troubles of life, and I can’t tolerate the innocence and stories of the past.
Later, with the continuous change of years, my mind matured. With the help of my relatives and my own feelings, I finally gradually came out of the valley of life, gradually feeling the warmth of the spring breeze, the hot summer, the cold autumn, the cruelty of winter. I know that life is like this, there are peaks and valleys, and everyone’s life is ups and downs. I have an epiphany…
At this time, I suddenly remembered the tree elder brother who had been waiting for me. Is he still there? This is the first thought after Enlightenment and the first thing I want to see. I walked out of my house and ran along the bending river.
However, in that place where I had been playing since childhood, I did not find the figure of Brother Tree. I cried, tears dim, Brother Tree, where are you, I call affectionately. Because I was greeted by bare roots everywhere, the tree elder brother was cut off body, do not know where to go?
Years later, the original site of Shu Brother has become a large villa, the woods have disappeared, Shu Brother has made great contributions to mankind, I am proud of the growth of Shu Brother! At the same time, I am proud of my journey these years!

Dream and cat

Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, there is meow. When I woke up, I found that the pillow was wet.
Our family has been keeping cats since we knew something, for several years, for more than ten years. Until my second year in junior high school, the last cat we had in our family… After leaving, we no longer have cats in our family. In the past, for any reason, it was said that there were too many mice in the family, or that the children in the family had to have a cat to play with. The adults in the family agreed to keep a cat. Even raising a cat has become a “habit” in the family. But later, no reason can be used as a reason for our family to keep cats again.
We have many cats in our family, orange, white, grey, black, and black and white, orange and white… All cats have been raised, and most of their lives come from other families. Their mother cat has given birth to a litter of kittens, and she thinks there are too many cats. So she sends them out. Fortunately, they are taken in. Of course, there are also cats from the “wild”. When my sister and I saw their pity, we wanted to take them in. But parents often disagree, saying that wild cats are mostly abandoned because they are bad. So, very few, very few of us have cats.
However, a wild cat was adopted by us. It’s clever! Otherwise, it won’t eventually make parents agree that it will stay. It was dressed in beautiful black and white clothes. Its hair was so smooth and cute. It always waited at the door for our brothers and sisters to come home from school to meet us. It’s this lovely one who spent two years with us, and it’s the only one who can stay with us for such a long time. You know, our cat’s vitality is always not very tenacious…
Just as it entered the cold winter, it left. We looked for it for a long time in those days. It will play everywhere, but it will always come home in the evening, because it knows – dinner time is up, master I am waiting for it to come back! But, in those days, my hopes have failed again and again. When the curtain of night rolls over the world on the third and fourth days, I understand that it will never come back.
Mother said, it’s cold winter now, our cats are so fat and tender that they must have gone out of the pot. At that time, the family was eating hot pot, but I endured, endured… It wasn’t until the night when I lay in bed and remembered what had happened to it that I let my tears run down unbridled.
That’s my sister’s favorite cat and I. It’s so cute and cute! It just left us at last…
I wiped my tears and welcomed the next lovely little one. This kind of thing has happened countless times in our family. Come on, go on; come on, or go on… Tragedy happens again and again, but it still can not stop its occurrence!
Later, we all seemed numb. In the second year of junior high school, it was the one I regretted most all my life.
At that time, after school, I rode home on my bicycle and passed by a road beside my home, where there was a bush. I found that there seemed to be a cat there. It was moving, causing the grass to sway. When approaching, it was an orange cat. Although it was covered by grass, it seemed to be small, just like the “lovely” cat at home. Only when I was too lazy to get out of the car, I stopped my curiosity.
Two days later, tragedy happened!
“Big cute” is missing! When we all confirmed that it was really missing, I thought about the cat found in the grass two days ago, and my heart twitched. Later, the old lady next door came over and said that she had found a dead cat in the grass, foaming at the mouth. It looked like it had just died! At that time, I collapsed.
Later, we learned that cat food had already disappeared a few days ago, but nobody went to buy it. From childhood to adulthood, cats grow up eating cat food, which seems to be a “habit” of our family. It was hungry because it was so hungry that it had to go outside to find food, but accidentally took poison! Blame us, blame me me more…
The old lady said, “You cat, it looks like it has been struggling in the haystack for a long time, just look at its dead state. If discovered earlier, it may be possible to recover…
At that time, I really did not know what to do. I didn’t tell them about my regrets, maybe I didn’t have the courage, maybe I knew it was in vain, or maybe I was discouraged… But now, whenever I think about it, I feel sad. It’s a kind of heartache of need, a guilt of life…
Later, my mother said that there would be no cats at home. Somehow, my heart was both happy and sad. After my mother said that, I was in conflict for some time. Think about it, at least the cat’s tragedy won’t happen again in our family. How nice! However, my heart is a little bit stuck – no longer accompanied by them, so lonely!…
Cats, I hope you can find a better family in another part of the world. I hope you have a good time.

My stage

Everyone on my stage has his own stage that he loves. I also have my own stage that he loves. That is writing. On the stage between the cubic inches, I am like a sapling growing constantly.
When I was young, my parents bought me a lot of picture books. I would read them while I picked up the color pen and scribbled them according to my preferences. In a short time, the book was vividly painted by me as a kitten. At that time, I was only one or two years old. There were only a few words I could write. All the words I wrote in the book were wordless. But I like to share my works with others. I always show them to others enthusiastically. As a result, people can’t understand what I’m doing. This may be my first contact with this stage.
Later, I grew up and learned many languages in kindergarten. So my favorite thing is to take the toys my parents bought me and weave wonderful stories. In the eyes of adults, I’m just playing with children’s favorite family, only I know I’m creating stories.
In my stories, plots are often ups and downs. As long as I feel unsatisfied, delete this paragraph and repeat it. I will play many roles in the story, even the tone of speech, the pause in speech, small I am very careful, not careless. In this way, in my mouth, childhood experience has become a wonderful story. Sometimes my parents will listen and comment on my new story while listening to it. Sometimes they will even help me put the scenes of the story more delicately… With the help of my family, I created stories by dictation. Wouldn’t it be a novel if it was written on paper? By this time I was almost on the writing stage.
Farewell to the kindergarten, I carried my schoolbag into the primary school. In the first grade of primary school, Mr. Wang found a small diary. Everyone is holding a small diary, with curiosity and expectations on their faces. The teacher told us that this is our diary. We can record the interesting events that happened that day on it or write what we thought was wonderful.
I was so happy because I finally found the stage I loved. I keep a diary on my diary every day, recording an interesting event in my class and around me. Teacher Wang and my classmates gave me a lot of encouragement and praised me as a small writer. I am more energetic on the stage.
But as the story grew longer and longer, I was in trouble. My article began to have mistyped words, sentences are not smooth place, sometimes for their article is not brilliant and frustrated. At this time, my parents gave me a lot of help. Every time they wrote a composition, they would accompany me, correct my wrong words, help me to deliberate the words in the article, and tell me to pay attention to the key points in writing. In this way, my writing level gradually improved day by day, and I finally became a small member of this stage.
By the third grade, my writing stage moved from a small diary to a large composition paper. Like the director on my stage, Mr. Wang taught me to pay attention to the structure of different types of articles, to the echo of context in writing, and to the description of details. Every time Mr. Wang commented on his composition, I listened very carefully and wrote down the points that I thought would be helpful to me. Teacher’s teaching, like a good medicine, let me learn more methods, on the stage with more and more props, performing more thoroughly.
The two most important ways that teachers teach me are reading and accumulation. Through persistent reading, I have learned many excellent works of literary heroes. Their storylines make me feel immersed in the scene. The beautiful and fluent words make me feel like spring breeze. In the process of reading, I realized the wider world and learned many good words and sentences unconsciously.
If reading is “moistening things silently”, then accumulation is the basis of “ten thousand tall buildings rise flat”. From the first grade, I always accumulated a few new words or my own wrong words every day, and used these words to make several sentences, and read several ancient poems. Through continuous accumulation, I have reduced my mistyping, learned to avoid illness sentences, and used poems more skillfully in writing.
If reading and accumulation are my magic weapon on the writing stage, then learning to polish my works is the secret I slowly learned on this stage. At first, when I wrote, I always thought that the article was finished. Through the explanations and demonstrations of teachers and parents, I gradually understand that a work needs to be polished with heart. My composition is like a rough, strange-looking stone at the beginning. After continuous polishing, it will gradually become a beautiful jade. After constant practice, I slowly developed the habit of polishing my works. Finally, with my efforts and sweat, I learned to express myself on this stage and became a thriving tree.
Writing accompanies my childhood and is also the stage I love. On this stage, my family witnessed my growth and my teachers guided my progress. My stage is full of criticism and tears, but full of flowers and encouragement. I would like to build a tower of sand on the stage between the cubic inches and become a towering tree.