Time flies, always slipping away unconsciously. In a blink of an eye, I am a senior and will leave the beautiful campus where I have lived for four years. The image of the day I first entered the campus seems to be yesterday.
Looking back on the past four years, Grandma Bing Xin, I always feel that every poem and essay of yours seems to have great magic power, which brings us into an indescribable realm for us to read fondly. We always feel that the "roots" and "stems" of your works are connected and intertwined with our hearts, full of youthful vitality and brilliance of life, echoing the wonderful melody of childhood.
I really think the author is not a white-haired old man, but a child of our time, full of youth, sunshine, ideals and hopes.
Your poem "Paper Boat" seems to have brought our readers' hearts across the sea to our kind mother, and your "Spring Festival of Childhood" has brought us back to that energetic and hopeful New Year's Eve and the first day of the New Year. Admire, but also a little envious.
My composition is generally good, which can be said to be upstream. I thought I would be a world-famous writer when I grew up. However, after reading your article, I am ashamed. Your article is full of emotional colors, which makes people immersive.
That wonderful passage passed by our souls. Look at mine again, it's pure fiction, just like drinking boiled water. I don't think it's possible to get all your suggestions. Only by reading your articles more, learning beautiful language and understanding the true meaning of writing.
I believe that as long as I feel, observe and persist with my heart, I will succeed and realize my writing dream. Grandma Bing Xin, after reading your article, I know that "you should write with your heart". Grandma Bing Xin, I want to tell you that you have taught us a lot.
You will always be our friend. Continue to fly yourself.