It's late at night and everything is quiet. I sat at my desk, surrounded by soft lights. The sky is cold as water. I held the pen and left a string of beautiful words on the white paper. Prose bar original
I suddenly remembered an article I wrote in primary school, which was my proud moment-the teacher read my essay in front of the whole class. In a flash, I was surrounded by an unspeakable feeling. Suddenly an idea made me continue to this day. Everyone has a pure fantasy that brings joy all the time. Many students hate writing. I don't like it. I like writing. I want to record my fantasies, my feelings and everything. I regard it as an ideal. The goal of struggle.
Time is like sand in an hourglass, but I have never forgotten that ideal. Now, I am in junior high school, and the Chinese teacher points out the defects in the article, further improves it and instructs me how to write the article well. Her help changed my ideal. I feel how wonderful writing has become. Why didn't I find it before? Therefore, I no longer think that writing is an ideal, but an unspeakable idea. What is this? I don't understand, let's call it "forming a passion for writing" for the time being. After this period of study, I seem to see a little starlight. Not far away, I will fight for my colorful aura and find the answers to my questions.
Reading one's own articles repeatedly and writing articles with one's own personality repeatedly are no longer extravagant hopes. That I'm working so hard for the future? No, when people are addicted to something, you will no longer feel that it is a burden, but will gradually become a responsibility and an appreciation of beauty. When the teacher explained the shortcomings in the article, I didn't think it was a shame, but an honor; When the teacher read my article catchy and cheerful, I felt that I should not be angry, but happy. Fantasy is the additive of my article. Its existence makes my articles rich and interesting, excites readers and makes them happy at the same time.
As Madame Curie said: "Scientists engaged in research work are both technicians and children, as if fascinated by fairy tales." Although I am not a scientist, I miss that child, obsessed with my works and immersed myself in a comfortable paradise.
Thought of here, I suddenly woke up. Later, I solemnly wrote this sentence on the holy white paper: "Writing is also a kind of enjoyment."