From the day I had memories, I was in this dark world. The outside world was so mysterious that I couldn't hear or see it. I could only hear the earthworms describe the world and what happened outside. I have many teachers who teach me how to survive: the roots of trees tell me t

From the day I had memories, I was in this dark world. The outside world was so mysterious that I couldn't hear or see it. I could only listen to earthworms describe the world and what happened outside. I have many teachers who teach me how to survive: the roots of trees tell me to grow roots to absorb water; the grass tells me to stick my head out to feel the sun; gopher tells me to invite more earthworms to visit, loosening the soil will be good for me. I silently remember their teachings, hoping to see the outside world sooner. The earthworms tell me that the outside world is so wonderful and the outside world is so beautiful. The sky is blue, with balls of white clouds floating above, endless. There are green grass and flowing streams on the ground. The stream water is so clear and clear, like a long silver belt flowing into the sea. I heard from the birds that there is a strange creature in the world, and they walk with their legs, so we call them the leg monster. How I want to see this interesting world, but the time has not yet come, and I am not ready for enough strength. Finally, time has come and my dream is coming true. I mustered up the courage to wrap the soil tightly with my roots, and tried hard to support it with my big head. Suddenly, a ray of light came in. I squinted my eyes, and then one, two, and three rays of light came in. I shook the soil on my head, stretched out two leaves, feeling the warm sunshine. I cried at this time. These are the tears I have brought about by my efforts during this period - tears of happiness!

or above is an article written by my daughter. I was a little surprised to see the composition written by my daughter. I always thought that she was careless, not delicate enough, and had an exaggerated and absurd thought. She could draw the protagonist of Mona Lisa's smile as a chicken-eating girl wearing a helmet. She often denies and praises her article. The little dick is also accumulating strength! The little loser also has small dreams!