写作课一直都有，米当年也有，如今瓜也拿回一本自制的“书”，看得老娘我好感动。

除了写“书”，还看到瓜在上个月露营时留下的随笔，哇，他内心是有多细腻，能写出这样的文字：

棉花糖在火上慢慢烤着，融化的糖香弥漫在空气中。然后我小心翼翼地把那颗“完美”的棉花糖取了出来。在我的想象里，它应该是金黄酥脆的杰作，但实际上却像一块木炭。我很好奇它的味道，于是先轻轻咬了一小口。虽然有点焦，但尝起来却像棉花糖和纯糖的结合，仿佛天堂般的味道。它实在太美味了，我觉得自己可以吃上一千个。

我既害怕又觉得有点好笑。嗖的一声！一只蝙蝠从我脸旁飞过，我差点被吓得叫出声来。在漆黑的洞穴里，黑得连自己的手指都看不见，但却有一种奇妙的平静。周围安静得只能听见自己的呼吸声，还有蝙蝠在我身边飞来飞去。每当有蝙蝠掠过，我都能感受到一阵凉风拂过我发热的脸，就像天然的空调一样。

我想摆脱“我做不到”这句话。每当我说“我不行”，我就会错过一个很大的机会。即使我失败了，我也总能学到东西。所以每次我说“我不行”，其实是在对自己说谎，是在变得懒惰，不愿意去尝试。

英文原文：
The marshmallow was slowly cooked in the fire and the smell of melting sugar filled the air. Then I slowly but surely took out the glorious marshmallow. It was perfect. It looked like a golden brown masterpiece, is what I imagined, but it looked like a piece of charcoal. I wondered what it would taste like so I took a little bite at first although it was burnt it tasted like cotton candy and pure sugar. It tasted like paradise. It was so delicious I thought I could eat a thousand of them.

I was terrified but amused at the same time Swosh! A bat flew right past my face and I almost screamed in shock. In the pitch dark cave it was so dark that I couldn't even see my fingers but it was somewhat calming. It was so quiet that anything I could hear was my own breath and the bats flying around me. Every time a bat flew past me I felt a cool gust of wind against my hot face. It felt like an AC but sustainable.

I want to leave “I can't”. Every time I say I can't I miss out on a big opportunity. And even if I do fail, I always learn. so every time I say I can’t I just lie to myself and I just be lazy and not trying.