My WeChat name is "Qingxiang Lily" because I like the light fragrance of lilies.

I don’t have a lot of work experience. I worked in sales in a shopping mall and spent more time working in a factory.

Work down-to-earth, diligently and in obscurity.

I am such an ordinary, simple ordinary person.

I have a wide range of interests and hobbies. I usually like to write, draw, grow flowers, and cook delicious food. Food and love are the only things in the world that I cannot live up to.

I like photography, selfies, and traveling. My phone is filled with beautiful selfies and landscape photos.

But my biggest hobbies are literature and writing. Maybe it can’t be called writing. In short, I am a person who loves life.

Because I like it, I persist. Writing is a joy in my heart. It has always taken root and sprouted in my heart. I hope that one day it can blossom and bear fruit!

Original Intention: I don’t have that many achievements, I am just an ordinary person.

What I am talking about is just some of my life experiences, my study, work and life from childhood to adulthood, and my hobby and persistence in literature.

I have loved keeping diaries since I was a child. From elementary school to kindergarten to high school graduation, I have experienced a lot.

Maybe I observe things too carefully and tend to be sentimental, so I have a box full of diaries.

I have persisted in the habit of writing a diary for many years, perhaps because of my hobby, my sincere love, my willingness, and my enjoyment of it.

Not for fame, not for profit, just for the joy and love deep in my heart.

Today I will tell you something about my childhood. Although I don’t have that much experience in writing, I want to talk about my personal experiences as a child and my true feelings.

Only by working hard can you earn respect. I started talking about it when I was in kindergarten and continued until I graduated from high school.

When I was promoted to first grade from kindergarten, I scored 67 points, one point shy of failing, and the school refused to let me advance to first grade.

At that time, my mother found the school and interceded with the teacher and principal.

After a lot of hard work, I was finally allowed to advance to the first grade, on the condition that I bring my own bench and be an auditor.

So my mother moved a chair from home for me to attend the class.

From then on, I had a belief in my heart that I must study hard and give my mother a sigh of relief.

Later, I successfully advanced to the second grade and got third place in the class in the second grade midterm exam. The school gave me a brand new bench.

This is just a small thing when I was a child. Through this small thing, I understood a truth: if you want to win the respect of others, you must work hard on your own.

? ? Articles with true feelings are the most touching. When I was in elementary school, I liked Chinese, and I was a little partial to subjects, so that my academic performance was not satisfactory.

I like writing and drawing.

I remember my primary school Chinese teacher told me: I should be upright in life and write squarely.

Therefore, my handwriting was large and square, and I wrote very seriously. I had a diary in elementary school.

The junior high school Chinese teacher started asking us to keep diaries.

The diary I wrote was highly valued by my teacher, who often read my diary in front of the whole class.

In fact, I want to say that what I wrote is nothing special, just my true feelings from the heart.

Write about my personal experience, about my parents.

Yesterday I read an article "Uncle Is a Warm Lamp" by teacher Yang Liming. I was deeply moved. Even when I heard the song "When You Are Old", tears rolled in my eyes.

Why did I feel so deeply about this article?

Maybe it caused the *** in my heart.

When I was in junior high school, I wrote a diary entry called "Hope Supported by Ten Yuan", which I will never forget.

When I was a child, my family was very poor. Once the school charged tuition fees, so I went home to get them, but my family didn’t have that much money.

My father sold a pile of firewood outside the wall for forty yuan, four for ten yuan, and piled it into a pile. The pile of firewood that exceeded the courtyard wall was exchanged for my tuition.

I took a heavy ten yuan to pay the tuition. That was my parents' hope for me.

So I wrote the article "Hope Supported by Ten Yuan", which I still remember until now.

Although the diary has disappeared, I am very impressed by this incident. This is the diary I wrote in junior high school.

I want to say that such an article with true feelings, how can it not move people?

It's as touching as the article "Uncle is a Warm Lamp".

It's just that this little thing happened to me. It is my perception and my true feelings. It is because of this article that it is worthy of the teacher to share it with the whole class.

I understood the teacher’s good intentions. He just wanted to encourage me and stimulate my interest in writing articles and my hobby in literature. From then on, I started to enjoy writing.

Attitude is everything. My Chinese teacher in junior high school has always taken good care of me, not because of how good my grades are. My grades are not good, just average.

But the Chinese teacher never gave up on me.

The Chinese teacher is our head teacher, and her encouragement has further strengthened my interest in literature. The Chinese teacher in junior high school is a teacher I will never forget. Her sincere teachings are like a beacon, guiding me in the direction of progress.