Faraway
During my middle school years, I composed an essay about my grandmother residing in the countryside, which moved my Chinese teacher profoundly. However, at that time, I did not perceive my writing as particularly authentic. I believed I was merely recording a chronological sequence, pruning the branches of memory for clarity. Undoubtedly, I genuinely appreciated my grandmother’s house during that period—though now, describing it in such terms might seem somewhat juvenile....