Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher? I do，mine. Her name was Mrs. White. And I thinking she must be some older relation of Walt Disney’s Snow White， she had the same bright blue eyes，short dark hair，red lips and fair skin.
I don’t remember much about what we in her class，but my mother once told me that we used to a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she would look at it and see there were so many . But no red corrections. And always a star. Sometimes a Good! But it my mother， so one day when she met Mrs. White at a Parent-Teacher meeting，she asked her why she never my mistakes and why she never red-pencilled in the right of words or pointed out grammatical errors.
And Mrs. White said “The children are just beginning to get about using words，about forming sentences. I don’t want to dampen that enthusiasm with ink. Spelling and grammar can wait but the wonder of words …” I grew up learning to use words with loving like that.
I now and think she must have been a rather teacher — to exercise such red-pen restraint (克制)，to the joy，wonder and excitement of expression to flower — however faultily — like that，because to bloom is better than not to bloom.
I used to beautiful a lot. Never could I quite remember that the e went the a. Eventually the e and a settled into their right places. I am glad I didn’t wait on them though. Pretty is easier to spell but it doesn’t hold as much as you sometimes.
And thanks to Mrs. White I felt no about writing what I meant even if I couldn’t quite spell it out. Because Life isn’t Pretty. It’s Beautiful.
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