I'm lost

In Star Baby, Stitch looked at the ugly duckling in the book and muttered, "I'm lost." At that moment, my blood seemed to freeze instantly, as if I saw that little self. I often stood at the crossroads like that and didn't know where to go.

When the college entrance examination was filled in, the Queen Mother asked me, What do you want to be when you grow up? I remember thinking hard for a few days, and then telling everyone seriously that I want to be a "director". It was a profession that no one had heard of at that time, and it looked very tall. It is strange that Empress Dowager Cixi was so supportive that she didn't give us a big mouth. So when Shandong University of Arts recruited art students in our school that year, I signed up for a training class.

Other students are taking performance tests, and they are all old drivers who have studied for quite some time. Only I, when telling stories, will face paralysis. The problem is that I often stutter and can't speak fluently, but I still love the present. Others tell 1 stories full of emotions, so I can show off in an ostentatious manner on 15. Watch me raise my hand and run up and down all the class. I still remember that at that time, the teachers of the director department often gave me a hard time. He asked me several times in private: You study so well, focusing on the city, why do you want to grab the resources of art students? People have no choice. You have such an advantage and many choices! Now, every time I recall his dignified expression, I can't help laughing. I'm afraid his subtext at that time was, "You are such a talented child, you'd better go back and study your' promising' culture class." Although he wants to tie a knot every time he sees my forehead, he is actually the cutest handsome uncle I have ever seen.

Later, I also knew that I really didn't have any acting talent, but in order not to study mathematics, I decided to switch to scriptwriting (students in art schools don't count in the college entrance examination). The teachers in the screenwriter department like me very much, and they laugh every time they see me. Later, although I didn't play well and got the fifth place in the exam, Empress Dowager Tai said that scriptwriting was a specialist, not an undergraduate. The teacher called several times and finally let me go to the university in the south with regret.

When I first went abroad, I saw that people who spoke half English and half Chinese often had MMP in their hearts. Why not show it? Who can't speak two sentences of English? But at that time I really didn't speak for more than three months. A Chinese learner is determined to carry forward the screw of China culture to a place where people don't speak, and his inner anxiety and despair can be imagined.

Oh, by the way, some people often say half a word, but I can't remember how to say that Chinese character. That's quite contemptuous. Dude, how can you forget your mother tongue? Isn't that forgetting Ben? So I often show off my fluent Chinese in front of them, and together with a few friends, I created our life guide for new immigrants on the blog bus to provide some convenient information for newly married MM.

I have always been proud of my writing, although when I was a child, my composition never seemed to be rewarded, and even the teacher never read it as a model essay in class. I don't know when I started. I am proud that I can write something, and even chose a career related to writing.

I still remember when I was very young, I secretly vowed in bed that I would lead an extraordinary life, because I would lay a solid foundation for my future career as a writer, so that I would not be inexperienced in writing and could not hold back a word. Well, now it seems that my tongue is really vicious, and I can say it in one word-the experience of life is really difficult, and sitting at home is really practical.

Gently, I am coming; Gently, I'm leaving ... Farewell to Cambridge is also a vivid description of my genius. When I was shocked, I found that in my dream, I actually had a fight with others in English; I found that after I returned to China, people asked me something, and I had to think about how to say that Chinese for a long time ... I actually lived as the person I despised most.

What annoys me most is that I have a gatekeeper in my head. Every time I think about it, I can't even write a word when I pick up the computer. Finally, I have to pretend to come to the movies to ease my anger a little.

In the dead of night, lost children often escape from prison and stand there and ask sadly, "I'm lost, can you take me home?"