[Repost] Children Who Love to Write Stories – Letters from Students at Hebei Dalonghua School (Part 2)

Atten­tion: Green Kids in Action…Here are the kids’ feed­back:)Orig­i­nal address:Chil­dren who love to write sto­ries: Let­ters from stu­dents of Hebei Dalonghua School (Part 2)author:Green Child
“Aun­tie Li Ling, before you left school, you told us not to for­get to record the fun things hap­pen­ing around us. So I can tell you one now. It’s my own sto­ry, called “The Joy of a Wild Girl.” Pay atten­tion, it’s about to begin.

I was born and raised in the coun­try­side. The vast fields and forests were my favorite places. My fam­i­ly always called me a true “wild girl.” I remem­ber when I was lit­tle, when­ev­er my grand­moth­er went to the fields to mow grass, I’d tug on her clothes, grab my lit­tle bas­ket and shov­el, and tag along like a lit­tle tail. I called it “help­ing her,” but real­ly, I just want­ed to play. Once in the fields, while she wield­ed her sick­le to cut the ten­der, green grass, I’d slip away to the near­by mead­ow, hap­pi­ly rolling around and catch­ing grasshop­pers. By the time she’d fin­ished her bas­ket­ful, I’d be cov­ered in grass and mud. My grand­moth­er was always both dis­tressed and angry, say­ing, “You’re such a wild girl!” At that point, I’d cov­er my mouth and laugh secret­ly.
As I grew old­er, I was­n’t sat­is­fied with this small, flat field any­more. I longed for the mys­te­ri­ous moun­tains. Maybe next time I’ll tell you about my adven­tures in the moun­tains.”
                                                                   
   (Four(3) Class­mate Zhu
 
…Aunt Li Ling, I remem­ber you said we’d send you a copy if we had some­thing inter­est­ing. Since then, I’ve been col­lect­ing inter­est­ing sto­ries, and now I have quite a few. I’ll tell you one now.

It was one night last win­ter when I came back from my grand­ma’s house.9It was past mid­night. My father and moth­er were busy and could­n’t come to pick me up, and my uncle was away in the army, so I had to walk home by myself. Actu­al­ly, I am usu­al­ly very brave. But in the dark night…This was my first time walk­ing. There was no one on the road, only the moon­light for com­pa­ny. Ter­ri­fied, I kept my head down and walked quick­ly. As I walked, I sud­den­ly remem­bered the scene in the movie where the old man who banged the gong was mur­dered. Oh! Was­n’t it just as dark then? There was no one on the road either. Images of the vil­lain and the ter­ri­fy­ing weapon flashed through my mind. I tried to stop think­ing about it, but my mind would­n’t lis­ten, and I thought of the ghosts in the TV series “Strange Sto­ries from a Chi­nese Stu­dio”… I could hear my heart pound­ing.

The more I feared ghosts, the more like­ly it was that God, as if to test my courage, actu­al­ly sent one. A dark fig­ure emerged from the bush­es by the road­side, star­tling me so much that I let out a cry of “Ah!” and took a few steps back. My legs trem­bled, my hair stood on end. I want­ed to turn and run. Just then, “Woof—woof!” Ah, it was a dog. I cursed myself: What a cow­ard! Then I remem­bered what our teacher, Mr. Wang, had said, “There are no ghosts in the world.” This thought some­how gave me courage, and my steps became lighter. Before long, I was home. Teacher Li Ling, did I tell my sto­ry well? Please write to me.                                                                  
(Xiao Heng from Class 4 (2))
 

Let me tell you a sto­ry I made up. You’ll be sur­prised. Before you left, you asked us to write a short sto­ry, and I fin­ished it so quick­ly. It’s called “Sun Wukong Becomes a Teacher.”

“After Sun Wukong pro­tect­ed Tang Monk and obtained the true scrip­tures, Tatha­ga­ta named him the Fight­ing Bud­dha and gave him a thou­sand-year vaca­tion. So he spent the whole day at home drink­ing tea, sit­ting on the sofa and read­ing the “Tian­gong Dai­ly” care­free, and a hun­dred years passed in a flash. One day, he sud­den­ly thought: Oth­ers have a career in their lives, but I am leisure­ly and free all day, doing noth­ing. If I go on like this, I will waste my skills and become a laugh­ing stock. I can’t leave a glo­ri­ous page in his­to­ry, what should I do? After think­ing about it, Sun Wukong decid­ed to become a teacher and teach skills. When he came to the school to sign up, the prin­ci­pal saw that he was not suit­able for teach­ing, so he let him be a mar­tial arts teacher. Now, all the stu­dents he taught can fly in the clouds and do som­er­saults. Watch­ing the per­for­mances of his dis­ci­ples, Sun Wukong was very sat­is­fied.” This sto­ry is over, are you will­ing to lis­ten?
(Xiao Xi, Class 4 (3))
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