Suddenly one day, a power shocked me, a magic attracted me, and a teacher touched me. That day, the sky outside the window was gloomy and gloomy. My mother gave me a listening card and asked me to take a composition class. To be honest, I don't want to go. It bothers me to think that this cram school has a composition to write besides the school composition. But my mother advised me, how do I know it's not appropriate if I don't try? How do you know you are not successful if you don't work hard? Life is like this after setbacks again and again.

It is said that the master leads the door and practices in the individual. At the gate of profound composition, it was Wen that brought me into that magical world. I feel the joy of writing and the charm of learning. I'm no longer the little girl who suffers when she hears a composition. I believe that one day I will take root in this land of literature until I grow into a towering tree.

What can I do to save you? My composition! I want to make you colorful with a happy heart.