I love language because it carries beauty and thought. While the study of languages seems monotonous and meticulous to many people, to me it is an unfathomable ocean of fun. My initiation of English study originated from my obsession to literary aestheticism. It was a step-by-step aesthetic pilgrimage to the glorious palace of western literature when I started from ABC on, then read simple passages, later moved onto the beautiful essays and poetry and at last plunged into the classics by literary masters.
Literary works are the inspirations from writers’ hearts. William Shakespeare and his plays, Francis Bacon and his philosophy, the poetry by William Wordsworth and Percy B. Shelley and the novels by Thomas Hardy and Mark Twain, they displayed to me the sharp and unique observations of writers on nature as well as on life, touring me to the underlying beautiful world of nature as well as revealing the truths of the multi-faceted life. If only you listen to this---- “the palm and may make country house gay, lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day and we hear aye birds tune this merry lay”, only a few words and yet you are already in spring with its loveliness and vivacity. And there’s Shelley, saving you from the abyss of infernal despair with only one stroke of his pen, “if winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
It is precisely this enjoyment of the beauty of English resulting from my reading of literary classics that inspired my own impulses to write. I tried to record my own observations of nature and my own perceptions of life with the tentative skills in English writing. The more I practiced, the more I became interested in English composition. Furthermore, I developed the habit of thinking in English when writing my compositions. These two reciprocally benefiting processes contributed to my unparalleled aptitudes in written English in my class. The joy of reading English and writing English reinforced my already deep love for English...