タグ: 英語創作(批評)

Do you believe in magic spells? Some say it is nothing but fiction, but I believe in them. When I was a child, I liked running around outside. I would often play tag with my friends in a park. One day, as was usual with me, I was playing outside. Then, I fell and hurt my knee. I felt so much pain that I cried and said to my mother, “It hurts. It hurts.” She said to me gently, “No, you don’t feel pain. You are a fine boy, and you will be a fine adult.” Strangely, I came to feel relaxed, and a few minutes later, my pain was gone. I think it was a magic spell. In the world, there are many magic spells here and there. What your mother, father, friends, and partner say are all magic spells. Of course, you can cast a spell on someone. If you want to be loved, you should cast good spells on people around you. The nice words you say are magic spells that make you able to be loved.

I never walk to school without listening to one of my favorite songs on my cellphone―a song whose name is “Don’t Give Up” by ZARD, who is popular among Japanese people―and I never listen to it without thinking I should try even harder. Every so often, it occurs to me that I may not be making enough efforts to succeed in establishing myself. I always ask myself what I should be. Am I now growing? Am I now proceeding in the right direction? I don’t know the answer yet. I believe, however, it is in the far-off future that I will find the answer. Now, I see the sky, which looks blue for most people, as a dark sky. There are a lot of clouds named anxiety over my head, and rain named tears will fall soon, and then extreme cold named solitariness will come. The winter will be, nevertheless, followed by spring named success. Therefore, I should never ever give up trying to realize my dream, however dark it is in front of my eyes.

I never walk to school without listening to one of my favorite songs on my cellphone―a song whose name is “Don’t Give Up” by ZARD, who is popular among Japanese people―and I never listen to it without thinking I should try even harder. Every so often, it occurs to me that I may not be making enough efforts to succeed in establishing myself. I always ask myself what I should be. Am I now growing? Am I now proceeding in the right direction? I don’t know the answer yet. I believe, however, it is in the far-off future that I will find the answer. Now, I see the sky, which looks blue for most people, as a dark sky. There are a lot of clouds named anxiety over my head, and rain named tears will fall soon, and then extreme cold named solitariness will come. The winter will be, nevertheless, followed by spring named success. Therefore, I should never ever give up trying to realize my dream, however dark it is in front of my eyes.