Dear friends, help me up
I don't know that I'm good at writing that much. I'm a silent boy. Compared with talking, I'd prefer listening. Put myself outside of the story, enjoying others' tales. I have my experience, but I have never told to others: my happiness, my sadness, my feelings...
I was born in the north of China. A small village at the foot of a small hill where you can't find on the China map. I was doom to birth extraordinary. I was accepted as a naughty boy. I always created trouble: climbing up the trees, swimming in the river, catching birds on the house, ... Everything I done is troublesome. I was the King of fighter at that time near my house. But the time passed quickly. I'd have to go to school. To my sadness, because I was naughty too much, I'd have to wait for one more year to upgrade. So I was in school ONE YEAR later. When I was in grade two in primary school, our family left the small town and moved to a new place, a wider place. My life was in a new period...<To be continued>
