Grandma Bing Xin, I always feel that every poem and prose you write seems to have a huge magic power, bringing us into an indescribable realm, making us unable to put it down after reading it; I feel that the "roots" and "stems" of your works are connected with our souls, intertwined, glowing with the vitality of youth
, the brilliance of life, and echoing Singing the beautiful melody of childhood. I really feel that the author is not a gray-haired old man, but a child of our age, full of youth, sunshine, ideals and hope. The poem "
Paper Boat
" you wrote seems to carry the hearts of our readers, little by little, across the ocean, to that kind mother; and you "Childhood's Spring Festival" brings us back to the vibrant and hopeful New Year's Eve, back to the first day of the New Year.
; In addition to admiration, there is also a bit of envy. My composition is not bad in general, it can be said to be in the upper reaches. I thought I would become a world-famous writer when I grew up. However, after reading your article, I feel ashamed. Your article is rich in emotion and immersive. That wonderful passage rubs together
our souls
. Read mine again. It is purely fictional and has no real feelings at all. It is like drinking plain water.
I think it is impossible to get your advice one by one. I can only read more
...
Give me points, points, points, points!
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