幸福&忧伤

I’ve been considering writing something in English every day, a kind of record of my thoughts and feelings that may diminish as time goes by, and practice of my English in addition. As far as years ago did I realize the great power and magic of English, under the guidance of my beloved English teacher, who speaks fabulous British English and is always the most charming woman in my eyes. It was an enjoyable thing to hear her speak English, and also enjoyable to read the poems and prose she introduced to us or elsewhere. I would be obsessed with the delicate feelings the English brought to me and ever dreamed of possessing British accent as my English teacher. Until now, however, less progress has been seen, and what is more pitiful is that I might be unable to hear my English teacher forever because I am no longer her student and have moved to another city since graduation. But I am always missing her, especially when I read the notebook once and again, which is a record of the time we spent together, and a reminder that English is, besides a tool for communication, a way of enjoying life.

Since graduation, I nearly stopped learning English, or rather, enjoying English. English is studied as a tool rather than as a language. I hate that way honestly although I admit taking it as a tool is helpful for me. Anyway it is my fault to give up learning, at least I should continue to learn it in a enjoyable way, as I did with my English teacher.

So, I come up with this idea to try to write something here often, and of course I have to read more and learn more if I am going to make it look like a progress. And then, the charm of English will come to me again, and I will get another way to enjoy my life.

March, 31st