It has to be real I’ve never been spared from writing, mostly in Mandarin of course as a Chinese, from primary school to university. What I wrote was on both the board with red stars and the list of bad examples. I figured out the reason of that kind of fluctuation when I was a teenager——reality. Every time I wrote something based on my own experiences or feelings, the writing time became so tolerable even sweet that I no longer had to rack my mind and curse the assignments twice a month. The bad news, however, is that telling the truth is not optional all the time. If my story and the following comments were not righteous enough, the whole thing would be “obviously” wrong judged by my teachers. Because “obviously” I should’ve cried my heart out when people suffered from earthquakes, “obviously” I should’ve spoken for the old man who had been bullied and scolded the rude people, and “obviously” I should’ve been proud to death whenever my compatriots sacrifice themselves for a higher interest of the majority. The truth is, i really didn’t think in the same way as everybody else, or as what I was supposed to think, more specifically. The truth is, i was not, and would never be perfect. I make mistakes, I hold evil thoughts, I see the world from a different aspect, I change my stances and look deep into both sides of everything. Writing is merely a sort of materialization of what we think, but what is the point of writing if we don't write our real opinions and act as a fool without an independent and critical mind? The unpleasant expressions on my classmates’ faces and the depression inside me in the past decade are still vivid in my memory when we were forced to write in a fixed format and sing the praises of things we were even ignorant of. Why can’t writing be enjoyable if it’s unnecessary to write for high scores or increasing readers or to lick anyone’s boots? It has to be real, it simply must.