here’s a really short poem i made to describe it;
a language made of letters. can attract so many great writers. then comes the readers, and that makes the english lovers.
that’s something very stupid , i admit. but come to think of it, the poem makes total sense. english might not be as ancient and fascinating as chinese, but it’s still a very beautiful language used world-wide. nearly people from all over the world try to learn it, but not all of them have the chance. we are very lucky to have learned it at such a young age. you can stop fussing over friends who have gone abroad and speak english better than you. that’s a fact you can’t change. so stop daydreaming about a trip to america that will last for ten years! wake up and try to improve your english in another way. i’ve got a few tips that might help. if anybody here wants to know, just come to my class and find me during recess times.
