A person may speak hundreds or thousands of sentences every day.

Say hello to neighbors; report work in meetings; order food in a restaurant; gossip with colleagues; instruct the driver in a taxi where to turn; ask at a convenience store if you can pay with WeChat; tutor your children with homework; discuss the division of household chores with your spouse...

…Many of these words are transactional, expressing simple meanings and requests.

Apart from these words that are said and forgotten, in the remaining words we express our opinions, thoughts and feelings.

Why do we express it?

What are we saying?

The aversion to the cold air, the surprises brought by the delicious food, the complaints about the prices, how cute the children are, how troublesome the children are, the worry of parents getting old, the loss of love, just like this year is about to pass...

We have countless thoughts to express.

Most of the time, these thoughts are scattered, like a handful of clear water flowing through our fingertips.

Xiao Xun Eight-year-old Xiao Xun came to my writing workshop.

He said: Teacher, I like writing!

One day, before class, he went to the library and told me excitedly when he came back: I met Duoduo!

Who is Duoduo?

He said that Duoduo was a friend he met at an English literacy workshop.

"I like Duoduo very much! He is my best friend!" He murmured many stories about playing with Duoduo.

He spoke too fast and scattered, and I could only understand half of what he said.

From then on, whenever he walked into the classroom excitedly, I would ask him: Have you met Duo Duo again?

Sometimes he says yes, sometimes he says no.

In October, I gave each child two or three snails to take home to raise and observe.

Xiao Xun got the breeding box and jumped so high in the classroom.

Half a month later, he wrote a social story about snails: two strong little snails always stacked high together, and the other weak snail came out of the soil and watched them.

When the pair of friends walked away talking and laughing, the lonely snail said to himself: I will use my strength to be friends with them.

Xiao Xun seldom watches TV and spends most of his spare time reading.

According to his mother, he doesn't speak the same language as his classmates at school and is sometimes bullied.

However, he was big-hearted and was beaten. He went home and said that they were just joking.

Every time I see him on Story Planet, he always has a cheerful smile on his face.

He expressed his love for all kinds of things - writing, reading, Duoduo, snails... When he heard that he was going to write an essay about "loneliness", he jumped up happily and asked me:

Can I have an extra piece of paper?

I have a lot to say.

"My reading level is higher than some of my classmates, especially English books. Not long ago, I wanted to promote my favorite books to my classmates, but others said: 'You lied! You must have read the cover!' In fact,

What they meant was, "You don't understand." What didn't I understand? I just wanted to promote it, but they didn't listen to my explanation and left as soon as I finished speaking.

If I am not that outstanding in the class, it is impossible for me to understand such a difficult book. As a result, my friends in school gradually lost contact with me.

He ignored me. Just like that, I lost all my friends in school..." Xiao Xun wrote about this experience.

He longs for friendship.

Like the little snail in the novel, he is gearing up and trying to make his friends understand and accept him.

At the end of the article, he was reading his favorite book with great interest, and his classmates gathered around him.

For several afternoons, my reading tutor Lulu and I sat in the office chatting about the children in the class.

When we talked about Xiao Xun, both of our eyes were a little moist.

A child's innocence is so precious. You want to do something for him and protect him.

However, you often can't do anything.

He has to rely on himself.

And surprisingly, he's stronger than you think.

Xixi Xixi doesn’t talk about friends often.

Her talk was more about herself.

She sat at the far end of the classroom from me.

In order to tell me that her midterm exam results were very good, she walked around the table and chairs and came to me.

When listening to other classmates talking about things at school and home, she would say loudly: We have this too!

I can do that too!

I've done what you said!

She worries that she is not omniscient.

If she can't keep her name on the honor roll, maybe others will forget her.

However, how difficult it must be to ensure that you know everything and be the first in everything!

When you can't do it, you can't help but feel a little angry.

Sometimes you can be angry with others, such as almost missing the workshop class because the school drum and bugle corps organized a temporary rehearsal.

Sometimes I just have to be angry with myself, for example, last week’s exercise was not as good as other students’ writing.

Xixi twisted her body irritably on the chair and said with a cry: Teacher, I feel so useless!

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