When I was about 12 years old, my friends and I decided that we wanted a pet mouse. The pet shop wouldn't sell us one unless we had a 1 from a parent, so, having the neatest handwriting, I forged (伪造) one. My deception (骗局) was soon 2 and everything went terribly wrong.
My mum felt that the punishment should fit the crime, so she made me write letters to a few selected relatives. One of them was my uncle who I'd only met a few times when I was a little kid. I wrote a 3 letter detailing my life and listing my interests.
My punishment was complete. During the following days I nearly forgot about it, but I suddenly got a 4 from him one day. "How lovely it is to hear from you, "he said, and went on to tell me all about his life in his letter. He'd love to hear about what subjects at school I enjoyed. And so we started a correspondence (通信) that went on for several years.
He turned out to be the most attractive man. Then out of the blue, he 5 .
My mum heard of the bad news and was sad as they had not really spoken for years.
I went upstairs and took out a box of letters, the last one being from just a few days before he had passed. My mum 6 herself reading them and knowing that although she hadn't been in touch, I had grown 7 to him by writing to him. In fact, I then became friends with his wife, who I also wrote to for many years.
I often think about how an act of childhood led to such rich 8 that lasted for many years. It encouraged me to write to lots of other people in fact, and it's something I keep up with to this day. So, I'd encourage you to put pen to paper and see where it leads.
