Writing
Wednesday, 27 October, 2004
General | 笔者: Twinsmom
I can’t really remember when I start writing my article, all I know is I don’t like to write during school time. Why last time I don’t like to write? During primary school, we wrote all the compositions about “how to be a good student” “how to improve our study” “my wish” etc.. Every year the same topic, or another famous topic was “my bad day” “my parent”. Bad things happen already happen, not really want to recall. “how to be a good student”? pai-she lar,I don’t know leh. “my wish”? hope pocket money increase, hope my parent wouldn’t mind my report card got so many red. But I love to write about my parent, after all I see them everyday, I know them,it is a REAL experience to write about my parent.
When gone to secondary school, I hope the composition topic will be more got “standard” than primary school. Seriously, secondary school composition topic does got “standard”, the first composition topic I got was—What is the responsibility of being a secondary school student. Gee…I totally lost my interest on writing.
Then later on a senior taught me how to write those big topic—get a few reference books, copy some from every book, taataa…I’ll have my very own BIG composition. But anyway, I got retained when I was form 2. After retained I drop to the last of the class, my school categorize the student standard by class, best student class A, then B, C, D…until G, I was in G. but may be because of retain class, the work load not so heavy like the class ABC. More relax, and teachers also not so tense. At that time my form teacher is a Christian, a very kind hearted old lady, and never give us some “big” topic to write. I still remember the composition topic, like “on the way to school” “Morning” “just some thot” “night” etc., more like essay. Or sometime don’t even have a topic, we can write what we want to tell, I love this, but to a lot classmates, this no-topic topic was a torture, they said they don’t have a direction to write! Gee…they lost the sense of direction?
I love to write, I write what I think, what I thought, I write what I believe, I write away my angle and my sadness, I write my happiness to keep for memory, most important I only write the things I know. I never see a snow, I can’t tell how cold it is, how white it is. Eventho I saw in the poster the maple as red as blood in the autumn, but I can’t tell how it smell and how I feel, because I’m not standing in the maple woods. Same as I never see a peony, no matter how good my Chinese painting skill is I can never catch the spirit of the flower.