Category: Essays

  • Ants

    Ants

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    This morning, I stopped on the street and suddenly noticed something. I couldn’t see any ants. Where did they go?Is it because it’s winter?Are they all living underground now? Those little friends were always rushing around, busy and fast.If they really stay under the ground all winter, wouldn’t that feel suffocating?(I’m not even sure if…

  • The Wall

    The Wall

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    “You might as well talk to a wall!” I heard my parents say that when I was little.It meant this: a wall is better than a person who refuses to understand you. A wall can’t talk back.It can’t argue.It can’t twist your words. These days, people have AI friends, so maybe we don’t need walls…

  • Traffic Light

    Traffic Light

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    Eight
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    A traffic light changesdozens of times a daymaybe hundredsmaybe more. It tells us to go.It tells us to stop.Sometimes it makes us hesitatewhether to move or not. What color do you see right now? I see yellow. I do not knowwhether I should stopor keep going. -From Eight