Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? I do. Her name was Mrs. White.
I still remember I 1 to write a lot in her class. When I brought back what I wrote, my mother would look at it and see there were so many 2. No red corrections, though. And always a star. Sometimes 3 a "Good!" That would make my heart filled with happiness. But it no doubt 4 my mother, so one day she went to meet Mrs. White and asked her why she never 5 the wrong spellings of words in red pen or 6 grammatical errors.
And Mrs. White told her, "The children are just beginning to get 7 about using words and 8 sentences. I don't want to 9 that excitement with red ink. Spelling and grammar can 10 . The wonder of words won't..." Thanks to Mrs. White, I grew up learning to use words with full 11 . I had no worries about writing what I meant even if I couldn't quite spell it out.
And it 12 me that if Mrs. White had used her red pen then, I 13 wouldn't be telling you about this now. She is such a 14 teacher who allows the joy, wonder and excitement of expression to 15 , however imperfectly. Because to flower is better than not to flower. And a bud (花蕾) once removed never opens.
