It's kind of unbelievable that I found I like writing latest. Observing the past life, I should notice this earlier.

In the junior high school time, the teacher requested us to keep a diary everyday. Also, there should be at least four lines in each diary. Sometimes I'd write some nonsense words like "Today I have nothing to write, but the teacher asks us to write four lines. I have no choice, so I write these words." Writing each word as bigger as it could be, it's a easy job to fill four lines with these blah. Fortunately, our teacher Mr. Pan is a open guy with some humor. Instead of asking me to rewrite the diary, he would give some critical and funny comment .

Because of the open mind of my teacher, I wrote more and more interesting things. During the last subsidiary course, many students would read and pass my diary joyfully. Most of them think my diary is the most interesting one. ( It's not a hard thing, since I have no competitor. No one likes to spend lots of time keeping a diary. *smile* ) Receiving these positive responses makes me write more harder. Usually I spent an hour a day finishing my diary. Sometimes I wrote even two or three diaries during the weekend. I'm glad that teacher Pen would read all my diary and give positive comments.

It's a little embarrassed that teacher Pen recommended me to attend the writing contest some semester, while my writing is not that good as he thought. I just used to write some funny words. Our Chinese Teacher recommended another student who is better at writing than me. She had been the entry in the past semesters. Maybe she spent less efforts keeping her diary, thus teacher Pen thought I'd be a better entry. After the two teachers had some discussion, I became the entry. Looking at my Chinese teacher's face when she announce this news. I could hear the sigh of my Chinese Teacher. However, I was the most suitable one who would like to sigh with this result. As our expectation, my name was not shown up in the ranking of writing contest. This embarrassed experience didn't beat me that much. I still kept my happy diary.

After graduating from the junior high school, I kept my diaries as cherish. I'd read some of them sometimes. Reading the past words, my school life would relive again, even it's just a meanwhile, but it shows up like the gorgeous fireworks.

ps.

  1. The English word "firework" is really not as gorgeous as the effect it create. I'd prefer the Japanese word "花火".
  2. "In Search of Lost Time" is the translated name of "À la recherche du temps perdu". I haven't read this great work yet, while I like the Chinese book name "追憶似水年華" very much. Therefore I look up the English book name and use it as the title of this essay. As my expectation, it would be less beautiful that translating the Chinese book name into English directly. Finding the English book name is the better choice.

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