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- little things about me
- Chapter 1:My NameChapter 2:My Neighborhood Chapter 3:Favorite Toy From My Childhood Chapter 4:A Time I Got Into TroubleChapter 5:Advice from an AdultChapter 6: A Positive Story from My Experiences at SchoolChapter 7:A Special Family Member
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- I am Weng Rong, a girl striving to live life. My story may not be extraordinary, but it is a part of my life. Through my works, I hope to make readers think about the little things in their own lives and feel happiness. We share the same world, each with different experiences, but there are always small moments that resonate with us.
- Author Bio
- There are so many rong trees in my hometown, so my hometown has a nickname, “Rong Cheng”. Because I was born here, so I got the name “Rong”. My last name is “Weng”, I got it from my father. My name is very common, so there are a lot of people have the same name with me.
- My Name
- our naem is Rong!
- My Neighborhood
- I have lived in this neighborhood since I was a child, and I've never moved. The neighbors near my house all know each other, and even when I got lost as a child, there were always adults to take me back home. The park, just ten meters from my house, has always been my favorite place. In the mornings, the elderly practice Tai Chi there, and even though I don't know how to do it, it doesn't stop me from sitting nearby and watching. Even though I later left my hometown, the memories of this neighborhood remain vivid. Whenever I recall my childhood, I always think of this neighborhood, which brings me a warm and peaceful feeling.
- Favorite Toy From My Childhood
- My favorite toy was a 1.5-meter-tall doll named Po, a character from the Teletubbies. My father bought it for me when I was three years old because I wasn't good at socializing and had few friends my age. I always considered it my friend. When I was a child, it was taller than me. My favorite thing to do with it was to knock it down and then help it stand up again, as its eyes would open and close with my movements. I would often hold it and share many little secrets with it that even my parents didn't know, although I've mostly forgotten them now. As time passed, I grew taller and bigger than it, and I gradually realized it was just a toy. However, I still liked whispering to it.
- When I was in the third grade of primary school, I told my mother that I was a grown-up and could go home by myself. So my mother gave me a key from our house and handed it to me solemnly. That day, I was very excited as I walked home, bouncing with anticipation of using the key to open the door. However, while crossing an intersection, I stumbled on a stone, and the key fell out of my pocket and into a storm drain. I tried to reach in with my hand to retrieve it, but it was to no avail. I attempted many times, but I couldn't get the key out. I started to cry in frustration and even became afraid to go home because I was scared my mom would scold me. I made it to our front door but didn't dare to knock. Eventually, my mom got worried when I didn't return home, thinking something had happened to me. She went out to look for me, and when she opened the door, she found me sitting on the doorstep. She asked me why I didn't open the door, and I explained what had happened, expecting her scolding. Instead, she gently took my hand, told me it was okay, and said we could get a new key made. From that day on, I always enjoyed talking to my mom about various things because I knew she wouldn't blame me, and I felt her love.
- A Time I Got Into Trouble
- My grandmother didn't like me because I was a girl. She believed I was useless, and she used to say, "Why are you a girl? It would have been better if you were a boy. When you grow up and get married, your father will have no one to take care of him." I didn't pay much attention to her. I thought, "So what if I'm a girl? Even if I grow up and get married, I will still take care of my parents." I never understood why she disliked girls, especially since she was a woman herself. She used to say, "Just grow up and marry a wealthy man." But I didn't accept her advice. I wanted to prove to her that girls can also take on responsibilities without depending on men.
- It's no big deal. we'll just make another key.
- Advice from an Adult
- Just grow up and marry a wealthy man.
- A Positive Story from My Experiences at School
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- We have a little dog at home. It's not some fancy breed, but I love it dearly. It has a pair of big, watery eyes that make you want to give it everything you have when it looks at you. Its fur is white, but because it loves to roll around on the ground, it often looks a bit dirty. We keep it at my grandmother's house, and we don't buy special dog food for it. Instead, it eats whatever we eat. Whenever I leave my grandmother's house, the little dog chases after the bus I'm on, running until it's too tired to keep up. A dog's affection for a person is always so genuine, and you can see it with just one look.
- I still remember that day in the fifth grade of elementary school during a math class. Our teacher had given us a problem to solve before the class started, which was related to the upcoming lesson. None of us had studied that topic before. I spent only five minutes and managed to figure out the solution, which I then handed to the teacher. She was very pleased that I had solved the problem correctly and asked me to come to the front of the class to share my approach with my classmates. I happily went to the front and explained my method. My teacher stood to the side, watching me with a proud look in her eyes. From that day on, I began to enjoy math and was willing to spend more time on it.
- A Special Family Member
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