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发错地方了，应该发到中学教育。
孩子参加一个写作比赛，拿了一等奖，$50.
写作共分为4各小组： free style（1000字） 诗歌，漫画，prompt 就是给一个句子起头，开始写（500字）。
我家孩子参加的是free style， 2个获奖一等奖的，她是其中一个。
小朋友很激动，这是人生第一次因为自己的劳动所得。平时妈妈会给pocket money，但是感觉很不一样。
贴一小段孩子的作品：
I was drowning.
Falling and falling into the eternal void below me, great depths of coldness and emptiness. It called out to me, it sung out to me and I embraced its smooth, sweet tone. I momentarily stopped fighting but I couldn't stop the urges to let myself fall. But I knew I couldn't fall again. Around me， was filled with a strange sense of solidarity and ataraxia, touching lightly at my lips was a cold plate, and on it, I tasted a strange yet light saccharine gloss. The texture was so light and wispy, it was an inexplicable mix between felt and spider webs. It pressed against my lips, I could feel it urging me to take a sip, a final sip. I didn't. Suddenly, I felt a sharp wave of iciness and wetness strike me, pushing me under. Trying to stifle me in an invisible cage where I would fall to my death, but I would not let that happen. I kept fighting and fighting until I realised that this was brutality that was acting upon me, I saw the faint outline of a face, silently cackling. |
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