聆听着蟋蟀的大合唱,遥望着灿烂的星空,幼小的我含着手指,躺在母亲的怀中,津津有味地听她讲童话故事。不一会儿,我睡着了,可眼角却挂着泪珠——可能是做梦时还为小美人鱼抱不平,想拾起安徒生的笔为《海的女儿》改一个结局吧!也许,就是从那时起,我与写作结下了缘。到了小学一年级时的那个暑假,大概是想起了幼年时的那个“写作梦”,于是便缠着邻居大姐姐教我写作文。她拗不过我,便说:“那我先教你写日记吧!”“日记?什么是日记?”“就是记下今天你所认为有意义的 Listening to the chorus of the cymbals, looking at the splendid starry sky, the young boy, with my fingers in her arms, listened to her fairy tales with relish. Soon after, I was asleep, but my eyes were dripping with tears - it may be that I was still trying to pick up Andersen’s pen to change the ending for the Little Mermaid. Maybe it was since then. , I settled down with writing. The summer vacation when I was in the first grade of elementary school probably reminded me of the “writing dream” I had when I was a child. So I hugged my neighbor’s sister to teach me writing. She couldn’t beat me but said: “Then I’ll teach you to write a diary!” “Diary? What is a diary?” “It’s just what you think makes sense today.”