I suppose junior high school was the peak period of my intellectual thinking in the past and future of my life. At that time, I had left behind the period of elementary school where I had no ability to use words, and I had not yet been restricted by the routine of college entrance examination. Fortunately and cleverly, the Chinese teachers I encountered in junior high school were willing to let us open our minds and write compositions.
Composition class was once a week, with two classes in the evening, which was the time when my thoughts galloped endlessly. In general, it was difficult to start writing immediately. I always needed to spend half a class time to find something that I hoped would appear in the composition. The remaining half class time was very limited. After searching for an hour, I had to present those things I saw in specific words in 20 minutes. I often complained that I didn't have enough time to carefully ponder, making it difficult for those words to accurately show others what I saw. Even so, my compositions were still often praised by teachers, and there were also several times when I read them to my classmates for display, which was a point of pride for me at that time.
Thoughts should not be limited. When I sacrificed boundless thoughts for the college entrance examination, I inevitably became dull, only able to repeatedly prove different arguments using a few examples I remembered in my mind, and I started to think about the various structures of "eight-legged essays" when I received a piece of text - introducing the main point, listing three sub-points and providing several examples to prove each one, and then drawing a conclusion. This is undoubtedly efficient, whether it is for students' exam preparation or for teachers' grading. However, efficiency and richness are always difficult to coordinate, especially for most people who can only choose one option, efficiency is always the priority, after all, material needs are the basis of everything. But, this is still a regrettable thing - we have killed our free and unrestrained selves with our own hands.
I still remember the feeling at that time, as if as long as I sincerely wanted to express what was in my heart, the arrangement and combination of words would naturally fall into place. I often miss that feeling and have tried many times to find the compositions from that time, only to realize that it is difficult to write such words again. I have to rely on the remnants of the past, hoping that they can awaken some inspiration in me. However, the precious things in memory always disappear without a trace when you wholeheartedly search for them, and the resulting regret makes them even more precious.
The pearls left in memory also have their value. Rediscovering words, extending thoughts, when we realize our dullness and sincerely yearn for that beauty, we naturally understand what to do.