hi all of my kind teachers working in this forum
i'm nguyen trong giap , from vietnam , i decide to take part in an essay contest , its deadline is September the 4th .
topic of your choice , so my essay's topic is : tell one event that changed your life
however , i haven't make its title yet, so can you please suggest some titles after reading my essay?
here is the essay :
Yes, I admit bursting out cry when reading that book. When a man cries , the reason is not as simple as hurt or sulleness . To me , it 's the shame
At 16 years old , what did you achieve ? When getting older , do you regret of what you gained in that sweetest time ? Being engulfed in the love and protection of my family , I nearly didn't know how challengeous life was . I always drown in lessons and homeworks which made my life nearly fell into a rut . Everything happened in a dismal way till one day , when i passed the threshold of the age 16 . Suddenly , I startled: " Now , I'm at 16 - the most beautiful age in my lifetime , so what have I done to deserve for it? " Looking in retrospect , I didn't find anything special . " From this day forward , I will rebel , yes , rebel " - I murmur . For sure that won't be the crazy and impulsive behaviour of adolescene . Confused as I felt , I finally decided to write articles and translate stories for the newspaper . It was the first unprofessional job of my life apart from student . Although I have sent 6 successively valuable stories picked up from the internet, I haven't received any reply . No problem , I'm continuously sending some more in hope .
Nevertheless , the first work doesn't satisfy my thirst for a change . Recently , at the same time with the new Harry Potter 's publicity , in Viet Nam , the Youth Press has published a diary written by a 20 -year -old martyr named Nguyen Van Thac . While teenagers from all over the world were devouring the brand new episode " Harry Potter and the half blood prince " , I was spending restless nights reading my pathetic book " Forever 20 " . In my opinion , mine is much more valuable than the story of an imaginary teenage witch as far as content is concerned . Firstly , because it 's real . People never lie in their own diaries , do they ?
Nguyen Van Thac drew his last breath when fighting unyieldinly in the battle of Quang Tri . After nearly one year enrolling in the military , he passed away at the early age of 20 . Each line he wrote in this diary tormented me over and over again even in my sleep . Like a normal person , he confided in his diary every emotion during 1 year in the war : happiness,depression , annoy , affection and compassion ... Above all , he had such an original mind , a beautiful love and a fabulous ideal that i can never gain . I did sense inferior to Thac , who was only 4 years older than me . Not a tear did I shed when reading a book before . I'm not a wimp but this time , I can't prevent it from dropping on the white page . In the quiet room , there is only me and my book . Or am I over against Nguyen Van Thac ? Never will I forget what he said at the last moment : " What a pity that I can not fight any more , many plans are still incomplete " . So crazy was I that I used to wish I could return to the war , to live an extraordinary life as Thac did , even when it lasts in just 20 years . No , my wish can't come true . For the time being , at the vigorous youth , I can't be a redundant boy .
I have thought much for many days , in the end , i find charity and volunteer to be the living ideal . It can't be denied that my country is poor . Everywhere can you recognise miserable people wandering about the streets , looking for food in the garbage . 30 years after the war , the wound still remains in Vietnamese 's bodies . The picture of misshapen heads , lame bodies or rabid looks haunt me everytime i happen to see . I did put my signature to the website : www. pentitiononline . com just in hope of sharing with the agent orange victims ( many of whom have the same age with me ) a part of the trauma . But thus , my tiny signature seemed to be helpless . Looking at the reflection of my self in the mirror , I promised to donate my first earnings from writing articles to the SOS village , where my unlucky friends are living . In that way , at least I can feel helpful for someone who need aid .
This time next year , I will be facing up to a very important exam : the university entry contest . If I pass , I will determine to be the most positive volunteer student . Every summer holiday , going to remoted mountainous area, I will teach ethnic children all I get from lectures and life . Otherwise , I must be so sad . However I'm willing and proud to be a young soldier like Nguyen Van Thac . I don't really understand why lots of men are afraid of doing military service after their failure of university exam . Perhaps , they can't bear the harsh discipline in miliatary . Someday, thanks to the army , I will be trained to be the sturdy and resilient man as i have ever dreamt of . And my desire to devote will be stronger than ever ...
My incense is now flaming in the quiet room . It's such a long distance between me and Thac's graveyard . Anyway , wherever he is now , he can feel my profound grattitude to a strange person who taught me how to live . Many plans ahead are waiting for me to complet . Why don't I begin it right now ? As Thac usually told me : " Life never stops , especially with youth "
THE END
1. I don't know why, when typing this essay , i don't feel so emotional as when writing . Rereadin it , I feel that mine doesn't make sense . I have no idea
2. I post this essay not only to have you correct it but also to introduce to foreigners about VietNam in the past and at the present , that have usally been my dream . thanks for reading ![Big Smile [:D]](/emoticons/emotion-2.gif)
3. Please check out my essay as much as possible the grammar , vocabulary and expression mistakes .
to Mister Micawber : can you please telling me how to correct the mistakes besides showing them , i even don't know how to correct when you tell me what the mistake is
thanks again all of you