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By
doing the language narrative project, I achieved the writing standard
2.1 that is to write fictional or (auto) biographical narratives. In this
project, I wrote several poems of different topics; I described different
subjects and thoughts in each of them. I learned how to analyze these
different thoughts together, and then gather them as a poem. I learned
how to change specific things into general imagination. For example, I
wrote in my poem Without Beginning Without Ending, “Love is the
unripe apples on the tree.” Love is not a material object that can
be touched or tasted; we can only feel it with our hearts. Thus, I imagined
what love is like, and then used similar to connect my thought to a specific
thing, so that people can see it clearly. If I am going to revise them
some more times, I will use more modifies to enrich my sentences and make
some combinations between realities and unrealities, therefore they can
be better and touch people’s hearts more deeply.
This project shows my intellectual growth because it is the one which
can represent myself most. For me, the poems are not just an assignment
or homework, but my feelings and minds. If comparing with writing essays,
writing poems is more freely and has fewer limits. Every time I write
a poem, the lines are come from within; I always recall what I have done
in my life, so that the poems could be more intimate to my own self. The
poems contained either my thoughts in my formerly life or the feeling
at the moment I wrote them. I wrote in one of my poems, “I am the
daughter of the eagle, stretching my wings to be ready to fly freely in
the sky!” This is what I used to hope; although it is impossible
to become true in the real life, it still is an impetus that pushes me
forward toward my dreams. After writing, I feel I have grown up, being
more independent and having more perceptual knowledge of my surrounding
world. Actually, I was in some parts of each of my poems; or, each of
my poems is some parts of me.
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Come and see my poems!
me, but not only a name
Maybe
Journey
Who am I?
Without beginning without ending
Gray smile
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