When I was a child, my mother gave me a small desk lamp. That beautiful face, that soft light, all embodies my mother's love for me. So, I wrote that I was praised by the Chinese teacher and I was encouraged.
When I went to middle school, the school was far away from home, and the only way to go to and from school every day became the protagonist in my pen, so I wrote it for junior high school Chinese teachers. After the composition was handed out, the teacher made this comment: Road, is it just a road? There is no one on the road. Did something happen? At the center of the article, where did the soul go? Learn to observe with your heart. After reading the comment on writing, my heart is inevitably a little tangled. However, when I put on my schoolbag for the second time and set foot on the familiar road to school, I found that the "world" had changed: hardworking cleaners were sweeping the road hard; The traffic police standing in the wind and rain are meticulously directing traffic; Grandpa wearing a red armband is leading a group of children across the road; Optimistic middle-aged people dance aerobics in the park; White-haired grandparents beat Tai Ji Chuan leisurely. All this is so familiar and strange to me. So, I wrote everything I saw in my composition, and then I got the teacher's comment, "This is a road in various ways." From then on, I gradually learned to observe life with my heart and feel the bits and pieces of life with my heart.
Later, I learned geometry and learned to draw circles. But once, I accidentally drew a stroke on the "circle". Faced with the imperfect "circle" and the "circle" that is no longer "circle", I thought a lot and wrote it down with a pen, so I had my first work published in a composition publication, and later I had 8 yuan. Although I don't have much money, this is the first time in my life. I bought a new pen with this 8 yuan money, and thus began the literary road of feeling life with my heart and recording life with a pen.