I don't think I can be considered a native of the internet, after all, I only got my first account in third grade, which is even later than when I started playing with the iPhone. My impression of the internet is

And at that time, the happiest moment I could think of was staying all day in the nearby Xinhua Bookstore, reading children's literature and popular science for kids, because reading books was harder than watching TV. I had to seize the time to read in the bookstore, usually only able to buy one book to take home, and my three-tier bookshelf could no longer hold so many books. These books were read over and over during the half-hour nightly companionship in my childhood, the first fifteen minutes were allowed to read, the last fifteen minutes were sneaked to read, which led me to develop the skill of quickly turning off the lamp when I saw light through the door crack.

The younger I was, the more I loved children's popular science, those world records, those unsolved mysteries. I used the biological habitats mentioned in books to measure the world map; the world beyond "One Hundred Thousand Whys" made me incredibly curious.

As I got a little older, I started to be curious about the plot of stories beyond knowledge, about the boundaries of imagination. Andersen and Grimm could no longer satisfy me. I began reading Zheng Yuanjie's fairy tales, Yang Hongying's novels, Wu Meizhen's series, feeling helpless for the animals in Shen Shixi's stories, and crying for the girls in Yu Yujun's stories.

In recent years, many children's literature authors have fallen into controversy, but I always remember that my childhood innocence was protected and nourished by these Chinese children's writers. I fell in love with reading and writing, and I truly feel very fortunate.