Because I am often ill, my mother says my name is strange. Removing my name from the word "Zhang" sounds like "medicine" in Jinan dialect, and "medicine" becomes "medicine" when it becomes a four-syllable word. It is this superstitious statement that makes my mother very dissatisfied with my name.
"Zhang Xinjian" is my new name. Not only that, it is also a boy's name. My original name is meaningful: because I was born at night, it means that I am a beautiful jade in the moonlight. Now the name is based on the date of birth. I don't care about that. I want to go back to that time when I belonged to Zhang Yueyao.
I thought that only children with unsatisfactory grades in all aspects would have the word "heart" in their names. I didn't expect that there would be the word "heart" in my name at this time.
I don't want to leave a name that has followed my life cycle for twelve years. During this time, it has suffered a lot and is extremely proud. It shared my happiness and sadness like another me, but didn't say goodbye. I lost it. Maybe a name is nothing, but it can represent every day of my 12 years and my growing experience.
If students read this article, I hope you can continue to call me Zhang Yueyao. Maybe when they grow up, they won't know the name. This name, which represents my childhood, will not ring in my ears.
I hate you-the name "Zhang Xinjian".