I'm Nancy. Do you remember the name of your kindergarten（幼儿园）teacher？I do. Her name was Mrs. White. And I remember I thought she must be a relation of Snow White, because she had the same bright blue eyes, short dark hair and fair skin as her.
I don't remember much about what we learned in her class, but my mother once told me that we used to write a lot. And I would bring back what I wrote and she would look at it and see there were so many mistakes. But no red corrections, and always a star. Sometimes even a Good, which would make me fly with happiness. So one day when my mother went to meet Mrs. White for one of those parent-teacher meetings, she asked her why she never corrected my mistakes in the right spellings of words or pointed out grammatical mistakes.
"The children are just beginning to get excited about using words and forming sentences. I don't want my students to lose that enthusiasm（热情）because of red ink. Spelling and grammar can wait, the wonder of words won't. . . "Mrs. White said.
Later I knew that if Mrs White had used her red pen often, I probably wouldn't be telling you about this now. I look back now and think she must have been a rather unusual teacher to use as less red pen as possible.
I used to misspell"beautiful"a lot, and could never remember that the"e"goes before the"a". It made my teacher in high school angry. She asked me to use"pretty"when I was writing. I didn't listen to her. To my eyes, "pretty"is easier to spell, but it doesn't hold as much as we mean sometimes.
And thanks to Mrs. White, I never worried about writing what I meant even if I couldn't quite spell it out, because life isn't"pretty". It's "beautiful".
