Why did I write this? Maybe it was climbing Mount Taishan with my mother and sleeping among the stars at night, maybe it was the unchangeable dog paddle when I went swimming, maybe it was the juice from spitting out watermelon seeds every time I ate watermelon, or it could really be the touch of watching my boss stay up late to do his homework. When these words slowly flowed out from under my fingers, it was like opening the door to memory, and I longed to keep flowing.
Purpose: write about interesting childhood stories and set an example for Dabao in writing essays