逐渐长大，我又慢慢的迷上了写作，那时的我甚至认为自己是最有文采的作家，沉迷于在书桌前写一篇又一篇华丽而美妙的文章，我也曾试过投稿，报纸，杂志，但始终杳无音讯，但我没有气馁，我自信地认为那是时机未到。高中二年级时，我的时机来了，省里举办作文大赛，数以万计的学生纷纷投稿参加，我兴奋的回到家中，急着想告诉母亲我要大展身手。
可意外发生了，母亲爬梯子拿衣物时，从梯子上摔了下来，记得那天我推门而入时，母亲痛苦的躺在地上，无助的表情深深触动了我，我牢牢记得，在我抱着母亲的那一刻，什么比赛，奖励，头衔，全都不重要了，重要的是，我的母亲，她高于一切。
因这次事故，我没有了坐在书桌前仔细斟言酌句的时间，只是简单的把这次母亲发生的故事写了上去，但我却是用了从出生以来最认真，最美丽的字迹誊抄出，然后寄出。从前的我一直渴望着对方的回应，而这次，我一分也没有奢求，也许我练了多年的字还能够从评委那里博得些印象分，仅此而已吧，没有了美妙的词句，我还拿什么来抗衡呢？
结局却大大出乎了我的意料，令我万万没想到的是，那次的比赛我居然得了特等奖！
每个人在经过剧烈的成功与失败后，不一定能大彻大悟，但起码会有所感悟。
那同样是第一次，我对写作，进行了深刻的思考。
或许春花秋月的诗情画意不适合我，又或许我只适合写“纪实文学”，但有一点我可以确定，付出真性，倾注真情的文章，永远光彩夺目。我想这次，我不仅要爱上写作，我更要，让写作爱上我。

At a time when I was growing up, I gradually got enchanted with writing, and even considered myself to be an author with the greatest literary talent. Often I sat at the desk for a long time writing many beautiful and sweet articles without a break. Then I sent some of them to newspapers and magazines for publication, but they never went to press. I didn’t lose heart, though, with a strong belief that I would get better luck next time. In the second year of my senior high school, the opportunity finally showed up. The province would hold a composition competition, which was attracting thousands of entries from students. With great excitement I went home, eager to tell my mother that I was about to strut my stuff.

However, an accident had happened. My mother had fallen to the floor from a ladder as she was climbing it to reach some clothes. When I opened the door and saw my mother lying on the floor in pain, I remember how deeply I was struck by the helplessness shown on her face. I will never forget that the moment when I was holding my mother, I suddenly realized how much she meant to me. Things like competitions, prizes, and titles were all unimportant compared to my mother, of whom nothing could take the place.

After the accident, I didn’t spend much time choosing carefully from words while writing at the desk. I simply told the story in my composition about my mother and her accident. Before I posted the story as my competition entry, however, I transcribed it with the most careful and beautiful handwriting that I had ever displayed in my life. I had used to expect eagerly a speedy response whenever I had contributed a piece of writing, but this time I expect nothing except that my handwriting, which I had been practicing for years, might make some impression on the judge panel. Without beautiful wording, how could my story win the competition?

But the outcome was completely beyond my expectations. It really came as a surprise that I had won the special award.

After experiencing dramatic successes and failures, one will get some sort of inspiration, if not enlightenment.

It was after this incidence that, for the first time, I began to reflect seriously on writing.

Maybe I’m not good at writing about picturesque and poetic things like flowers in spring and the moon in autumn, and maybe I’m only suited to “documentary literature”, but there is one point I believe in——The most brilliant article is the one that you have written with your genuine feelings. I tell myself that, from now on, I will not only love writing, but more importantly I will make writing love me.