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The years have mercilessly cut through more than a dozen springs and autumns, the innocent romance of childhood has long been lost, the crib has long been unable to accommodate me. Now I lie in bed trying to find the feeling of learning to speak, but I can only turn to the memory in the empty mind… Used flour as laundry detergent to wash clothes, teeth return to the tooth star after a night when put under the pillow, and believe that superman exists. Innocent hearts are as vivid and gorgeous as the stars in the sky, and there are always a couple of the brightest stars that we can never forget and ever be etched on our minds.
Every compliment and praise from the teacher is an unforgettable memory from childhood or getting admiration from the crush. If someone asks me what I am good at, I will say, “I can write calligraphy !” with great pride. I started to practice calligraphy at 6 years old. Since I had good talent, I got an award from my teacher in the first class. However, it was not that easy to write well. I remember clearly that one night, I wrote from 7 to 10 p.m which standing there with my wrist hanging for four hours in order to write the crosses properly. When I was satisfied with the practice, I put down the brush and went to sleep. In this way, I practiced hard for more than half a year but one sweat, one gain.
One day, the school held a small calligraphy competition. I was anxious when it was my turn to compose, that my heart jumped in my throat. But I immediately settled down and perfectly completed my writing. As a result, nothing is impossible for a willing heart. My calligraphy work was selected to be taken to the city and won the second prize. Therefore, I have made the chalkboard for every topic in the class since I received the prize. Whenever the eyes of my classmates linger for a few seconds on the chalkboard, for me, it is motivation and gratitude.
Every day we read, every time we study is a sublimation of ourselves, from learning to communicate to speaking articulately, from writing awkwardly to writing in a fluid way, from imitating to writing openly.
Deng,
great job. Your heart in your throat. Your long hours practicing. You go from stars in the sky to the last line, about which I would like to know more: “Every day we read, every time we study is a sublimation of ourselves, from learning to communicate to speaking articulately, from writing awkwardly to writing in a fluid way, from imitating to writing openly.”
I think this narrative is off to an amazing start and that you are doing great. The more details/specifics you can give us — especially as you are describing another country and another culture — the more rich it will be for us.
P.S. Great title.