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\t\t\tAtten\u00adtion: Green Kids in Action\u2026Here are the kids\u2019 feed\u00adback:)Orig\u00adi\u00adnal address:<\/strong>Chil\u00addren who love to write sto\u00adries: Let\u00adters from stu\u00addents of Hebei Dalonghua School (Part 2)<\/a><\/span>author:<\/strong>Green Child<\/a><\/span>
\n\u201cAun\u00adtie Li Ling, before you left school, you told us not to for\u00adget to record the fun things hap\u00adpen\u00ading around us. So I can tell you one now. It\u2019s my own sto\u00adry, called \u201cThe Joy of a Wild Girl.\u201d Pay atten\u00adtion, it\u2019s about to begin.
\n<\/span><\/span>
\nI was born and raised in the coun\u00adtry\u00adside. The vast fields and forests were my favorite places. My fam\u00adi\u00adly always called me a true \u201cwild girl.\u201d I remem\u00adber when I was lit\u00adtle, when\u00adev\u00ader my grand\u00admoth\u00ader went to the fields to mow grass, I\u2019d tug on her clothes, grab my lit\u00adtle bas\u00adket and shov\u00adel, and tag along like a lit\u00adtle tail. I called it \u201chelp\u00ading her,\u201d but real\u00adly, I just want\u00aded to play. Once in the fields, while she wield\u00aded her sick\u00adle to cut the ten\u00adder, green grass, I\u2019d slip away to the near\u00adby mead\u00adow, hap\u00adpi\u00adly rolling around and catch\u00ading grasshop\u00adpers. By the time she\u2019d fin\u00adished her bas\u00adket\u00adful, I\u2019d be cov\u00adered in grass and mud. My grand\u00admoth\u00ader was always both dis\u00adtressed and angry, say\u00ading, \u201cYou\u2019re such a wild girl!\u201d At that point, I\u2019d cov\u00ader my mouth and laugh secret\u00adly.<\/span>
\nAs I grew old\u00ader, I was\u00adn\u2019t sat\u00adis\u00adfied with this small, flat field any\u00admore. I longed for the mys\u00adte\u00adri\u00adous moun\u00adtains. Maybe next time I\u2019ll tell you about my adven\u00adtures in the moun\u00adtains.\u201d<\/span>
\n                                                                   
\n  <\/span><\/span> (Four(3<\/span>) Class\u00admate Zhu<\/span>
\n 
\n\u2026Aunt Li Ling, I remem\u00adber you said we\u2019d send you a copy if we had some\u00adthing inter\u00adest\u00ading. Since then, I\u2019ve been col\u00adlect\u00ading inter\u00adest\u00ading sto\u00adries, and now I have quite a few. I\u2019ll tell you one now.<\/span>
\n
\nIt was one night last win\u00adter when I came back from my grand\u00adma\u2019s house.<\/span>9<\/span>It was past mid\u00adnight. My father and moth\u00ader were busy and could\u00adn\u2019t come to pick me up, and my uncle was away in the army, so I had to walk home by myself. Actu\u00adal\u00adly, I am usu\u00adal\u00adly very brave. But in the dark night\u2026<\/span>This was my first time walk\u00ading. There was no one on the road, only the moon\u00adlight for com\u00adpa\u00adny. Ter\u00adri\u00adfied, I kept my head down and walked quick\u00adly. As I walked, I sud\u00adden\u00adly remem\u00adbered the scene in the movie where the old man who banged the gong was mur\u00addered. Oh! Was\u00adn\u2019t it just as dark then? There was no one on the road either. Images of the vil\u00adlain and the ter\u00adri\u00adfy\u00ading weapon flashed through my mind. I tried to stop think\u00ading about it, but my mind would\u00adn\u2019t lis\u00adten, and I thought of the ghosts in the TV series \u201cStrange Sto\u00adries from a Chi\u00adnese Stu\u00addio\u201d\u2026 I could hear my heart pound\u00ading.<\/p>\n

The more I feared ghosts, the more like\u00adly it was that God, as if to test my courage, actu\u00adal\u00adly sent one. A dark fig\u00adure emerged from the bush\u00ades by the road\u00adside, star\u00adtling me so much that I let out a cry of \u201cAh!\u201d and took a few steps back. My legs trem\u00adbled, my hair stood on end. I want\u00aded to turn and run. Just then, \u201cWoof\u2014woof!\u201d Ah, it was a dog. I cursed myself: What a cow\u00adard! Then I remem\u00adbered what our teacher, Mr. Wang, had said, \u201cThere are no ghosts in the world.\u201d This thought some\u00adhow gave me courage, and my steps became lighter. Before long, I was home. Teacher Li Ling, did I tell my sto\u00adry well? Please write to me.                                                                  
\n(Xiao Heng from Class 4 (2))
\n <\/p>\n

Let me tell you a sto\u00adry I made up. You\u2019ll be sur\u00adprised. Before you left, you asked us to write a short sto\u00adry, and I fin\u00adished it so quick\u00adly. It\u2019s called \u201cSun Wukong Becomes a Teacher.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter Sun Wukong pro\u00adtect\u00aded Tang Monk and obtained the true scrip\u00adtures, Tatha\u00adga\u00adta named him the Fight\u00ading Bud\u00addha and gave him a thou\u00adsand-year vaca\u00adtion. So he spent the whole day at home drink\u00ading tea, sit\u00adting on the sofa and read\u00ading the \u201cTian\u00adgong Dai\u00adly\u201d care\u00adfree, and a hun\u00addred years passed in a flash. One day, he sud\u00adden\u00adly thought: Oth\u00aders have a career in their lives, but I am leisure\u00adly and free all day, doing noth\u00ading. If I go on like this, I will waste my skills and become a laugh\u00ading stock. I can\u2019t leave a glo\u00adri\u00adous page in his\u00adto\u00adry, what should I do? After think\u00ading about it, Sun Wukong decid\u00aded to become a teacher and teach skills. When he came to the school to sign up, the prin\u00adci\u00adpal saw that he was not suit\u00adable for teach\u00ading, so he let him be a mar\u00adtial arts teacher. Now, all the stu\u00addents he taught can fly in the clouds and do som\u00ader\u00adsaults. Watch\u00ading the per\u00adfor\u00admances of his dis\u00adci\u00adples, Sun Wukong was very sat\u00adis\u00adfied.\u201d This sto\u00adry is over, are you will\u00ading to lis\u00adten?
\n(Xiao Xi, Class 4 (3))
\n\u2026
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