I don't know when I started, but I started to want to write a book, but I never finished it. In the past 23 years, I have written a lot of things, whether it is a diary or a poem or something.
I remember one day in the cold winter in the third grade of elementary school, my grandmother passed away. Because the final exam was about to come, my mother couldn't ask for leave for me. Unfortunately, I couldn't go back to pay her last respects, but I wrote a long poem for her. That was probably the first time I wrote anything. Later, my mother packed up her things and discovered it, and she promoted my "masterpiece" everywhere. It's really hard to express how I feel when I think of this regretful thing now. Think about it, now, even senior high school students can ask for leave. At first, their parents couldn't ask for leave in person. I don't know if I am lamenting the progress or regression of education. I personally think that teachers should approve students' reasonable requests for leave, because even if the teacher forces the student to stay in the classroom, his heart will already fly. In fact, the same is true for love.