The Story of a "Bookish" Girl
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2018 1:09 pm
A famous author Wang Meng says, "One important reason why there appears a flippant atmosphere in this age is that some people never read and they are short of appropriate demeanor and lack concentration on things." Indeed, if a person can't set his mind at rest properly and do some reading and writing, his bearing and upbringing would not be respected totally. In many relatives and friends' eyes, I'm a versatile girl who has the typical "bookishness". Just reading and writing in spare time, maintaining a peaceful, imperturbable and unassuming mind with people are throughout my twenty years' life. That is often said, the emotions do not form at the color, and such people always lose a few. Instead, they will get more. Actually, from my literacy experiment, I find my belief, my aim and my perfect world.
In my kindergarteners' impression, I was a naughty girl, for I always rushed into their office to watch TV after school. In my mom's impression, she's often required to read books with me in the classroom once a week on average. What's worse was that I couldn't pay attention to those wonderful fairy tales in class, because I preferred talking to reading. When I heard stories about prince and princess, I was so cordial to share feelings to my classmates and ignore class discipline. Apparently, mom was "invited" to the office. The reason why I made those troubles was that I didn't enjoy reading indeed. Later, mom and I usually went to the bookstore to cultivate my reading interest. However, it didn't work. This attitude of reading continued to grade four.
We wanted to be mature at elementary school.So girls in our class started to read romantic novels. Boys began to read detective or horror stories. However, our head teacher didn't allow us to read these kinds of books. The result of the requirement was that nobody stopped the step of reading. We read after class, after school hiding from teachers. Maybe everyone enjoyed this stimulating atmosphere, my classmates and I at least read twenty books in one semester. Gradually, I tended to read magazines. Sometimes I read technology stories to acquire new and odd knowledge. Looking through unsolved mysteries could inspire curiosity. What's more, the attraction of romantic stories was like poison for girls. They were something of relationship experts.
Unlike other peers, I was fond of watching football games. From this charismatic sport, I found not my idol, but the spirit of struggling for my dream. Since then, I have written the comments of each game of FC Bayern Munchen in a thick notebook. Therefore, I always bought sports magazines to acquire current sports news. So there was a thick pile of sports magazines lying on my desk. After expressing my own thoughts by reading information and writing, I felt contented. In my mind, those notebooks lying in my drawer were my reliable friends in the world, because they kept my secrets which even my mom didn't know. Although mom agreed with the teacher, she observed that I could tell "big ideas" to her. So she acquiesced. From that time on, I projected my attitude about reading. I would endeavor to keep going on it.
An accidental opportunity, I found a new media technology--radio drama. Narrators read conversations of the novel. Audience would be like being on the pot to feel the vivid figures. I listened to one episode every night. Gradually, I immersed in the martial arts stories. I considered if I could write such stories by myself. So my "writing career" started. I often created many distant and unreal scenes in my mind then wrote them own. Regretfully, my first novel failed because of going halfway.
I remember that summer holiday before I went to high school. Maybe it could be called "book holiday" for me. Reading twenty books and writing short essays made mom so shocked. She couldn't imagine how I was immersed in those stories so that forgot to eat and sleep. To be honest, I was absolutely attracted by various and wonderful worlds in the books. The young light of morning came through the I was eating up book after book. I saw Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy expressing their most loving vows to each other under the light of dawn. Opened the window, rushing toward me was a light rain started falling day. A myriad of thoughts crowded into my mind. Francesca cherished the memory of Robert still in unforgotten affection. She overlooked the bridge of Madison County. After finishing part-time job, I got to study magic, grew noisy plants in science class, and flew around on supercharged broomsticks with Harry in the Hogg. Through reading, I broaden my "circle of friends." In my heart, they are not fictitious. They live in this world with me in every insomniac nights.
It's a pity that I hardly read any extracurricular books in high school. I just concentrated on text books every day. What's worse, my diary notebook had been forgotten in a gloomy corner for three years. Going to bookstore, I must control my heart to find novels or prose which I'd focused them for a long time. "I can't buy them. Study is imperative." Teachers also commanded us that it's an unwise opinion to read other books.
When I got a new mobile phone, I immediately tried to run an account in the LOFTER, a writing app, to wrote about what I saw, what I heard, what I thought every day. Now I have several enthusiastic fans. Usually we exchange our ideas with each other. The feeling of being appreciated is so nice. Therefore, I have enough confidence to continue my reading and writing work.
To tell the truth, my attitude of literacy is contradictory, because I have spent more time improving literacy skills these years. Maybe my lopsided study method is unwise. In my opinion, only when we focus on things we care about. I acquire other particular knowledge through reading and writing. Wang Meng says, "In China, bookishness is a derogatory term sometimes. But I think an appropriate touch of bookishness at all; I would just stay at a respectful distance from him." When I read and write more, I find clearly that I actually know a little. So, to improve myself, I must take in various knowledge from various books to heighten my abilities and express ideas critically then lighten my literacy future.
In my kindergarteners' impression, I was a naughty girl, for I always rushed into their office to watch TV after school. In my mom's impression, she's often required to read books with me in the classroom once a week on average. What's worse was that I couldn't pay attention to those wonderful fairy tales in class, because I preferred talking to reading. When I heard stories about prince and princess, I was so cordial to share feelings to my classmates and ignore class discipline. Apparently, mom was "invited" to the office. The reason why I made those troubles was that I didn't enjoy reading indeed. Later, mom and I usually went to the bookstore to cultivate my reading interest. However, it didn't work. This attitude of reading continued to grade four.
We wanted to be mature at elementary school.So girls in our class started to read romantic novels. Boys began to read detective or horror stories. However, our head teacher didn't allow us to read these kinds of books. The result of the requirement was that nobody stopped the step of reading. We read after class, after school hiding from teachers. Maybe everyone enjoyed this stimulating atmosphere, my classmates and I at least read twenty books in one semester. Gradually, I tended to read magazines. Sometimes I read technology stories to acquire new and odd knowledge. Looking through unsolved mysteries could inspire curiosity. What's more, the attraction of romantic stories was like poison for girls. They were something of relationship experts.
Unlike other peers, I was fond of watching football games. From this charismatic sport, I found not my idol, but the spirit of struggling for my dream. Since then, I have written the comments of each game of FC Bayern Munchen in a thick notebook. Therefore, I always bought sports magazines to acquire current sports news. So there was a thick pile of sports magazines lying on my desk. After expressing my own thoughts by reading information and writing, I felt contented. In my mind, those notebooks lying in my drawer were my reliable friends in the world, because they kept my secrets which even my mom didn't know. Although mom agreed with the teacher, she observed that I could tell "big ideas" to her. So she acquiesced. From that time on, I projected my attitude about reading. I would endeavor to keep going on it.
An accidental opportunity, I found a new media technology--radio drama. Narrators read conversations of the novel. Audience would be like being on the pot to feel the vivid figures. I listened to one episode every night. Gradually, I immersed in the martial arts stories. I considered if I could write such stories by myself. So my "writing career" started. I often created many distant and unreal scenes in my mind then wrote them own. Regretfully, my first novel failed because of going halfway.
I remember that summer holiday before I went to high school. Maybe it could be called "book holiday" for me. Reading twenty books and writing short essays made mom so shocked. She couldn't imagine how I was immersed in those stories so that forgot to eat and sleep. To be honest, I was absolutely attracted by various and wonderful worlds in the books. The young light of morning came through the I was eating up book after book. I saw Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy expressing their most loving vows to each other under the light of dawn. Opened the window, rushing toward me was a light rain started falling day. A myriad of thoughts crowded into my mind. Francesca cherished the memory of Robert still in unforgotten affection. She overlooked the bridge of Madison County. After finishing part-time job, I got to study magic, grew noisy plants in science class, and flew around on supercharged broomsticks with Harry in the Hogg. Through reading, I broaden my "circle of friends." In my heart, they are not fictitious. They live in this world with me in every insomniac nights.
It's a pity that I hardly read any extracurricular books in high school. I just concentrated on text books every day. What's worse, my diary notebook had been forgotten in a gloomy corner for three years. Going to bookstore, I must control my heart to find novels or prose which I'd focused them for a long time. "I can't buy them. Study is imperative." Teachers also commanded us that it's an unwise opinion to read other books.
When I got a new mobile phone, I immediately tried to run an account in the LOFTER, a writing app, to wrote about what I saw, what I heard, what I thought every day. Now I have several enthusiastic fans. Usually we exchange our ideas with each other. The feeling of being appreciated is so nice. Therefore, I have enough confidence to continue my reading and writing work.
To tell the truth, my attitude of literacy is contradictory, because I have spent more time improving literacy skills these years. Maybe my lopsided study method is unwise. In my opinion, only when we focus on things we care about. I acquire other particular knowledge through reading and writing. Wang Meng says, "In China, bookishness is a derogatory term sometimes. But I think an appropriate touch of bookishness at all; I would just stay at a respectful distance from him." When I read and write more, I find clearly that I actually know a little. So, to improve myself, I must take in various knowledge from various books to heighten my abilities and express ideas critically then lighten my literacy future.
