During the Christmas vacation, I traveled to Shenyang, the capital of Northeast China’s Liaoning Province, which was a wonderful experience.

Dear grown-up me: I hope when you read this letter, you’re 38 years old. Well, let’s get down to business. It’s Dec. 28, 2024, the third day after Christmas.

When I first joined the Model United Nations (MUN) Club, I was very excited and full of questions.

Three consecutive failures — on my exams, in the singing contest, and once again in the story competition — have been enough to keep me awake in the dead silent night, pondering necessary changes.

Unlike previous holidays filled with video games and schoolwork, my recent summer vacation was packed with amazing experiences.

During the Ming (1368-1644) and Qing (1644-1911) dynasties, ghost stories held readers enthralled with their supernatural charm.

For the first nine years of my schooling, I was often told to sit tight in the classroom and learn from textbooks.

Whenever I’m bored or frustrated, I play Lana Del Rey’s music on my phone. I first discovered her three years ago, when she gradually became more than just a singer to me; she became my literary teacher, my life guide, and an integral part of my identity.