I finally decided to start writing a story.
He claims to be a book-lover, even though he only reads some leftover books. In fact, I can read the taste of any book other than school textbooks. Hehe, is it a rebellious psychology that those of us who grew up in the ivory tower under the protection of our parents are to blame?
I am really a novice when it comes to writing. In life, I never keep a diary. In school, composition gave me the biggest headache, and I would rather delve into math problems that cost my brain cells. But, I still remember blogging for a year or two, just for fun.
I can't write and my hands are itchy, so I have no imagination so I have to write about things around me. As a person who has lived in school since childhood, and will live until I graduate from high school, the scope of my life is inevitably somewhat closed. But everything is wonderful. Our stories, the stories of our student days, all we need are some people, classrooms, the school's basketball court and... The noisy cafeteria, oh yes, and my studio. I have always been a painter, and now I want to start writing again.