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　　The first time I knew the beehive: I first knew the beehive when I was two. There were only two children at home. I found out a strange stuff hanging on the persimmon tree and called my brother to share my great discovery. After knowing that was the beehive, I asked my brother to use the nylon packet to take it for me. As he was in charge of looking after me, he could not let me cry. He used a nylon packet to seize the hive, and the angry bees ran after him. He yelled, "Run, Bi" (he called me "Bi"), unaware that Bi had run far some seconds before, leaving him alone with the bees. When my mother came home, she was very angry and worry when seeing his swell face. I was terrified. Applying medicine on his face, she told him off for not preventing me from that stupid game. He started crying for hurt and injustice, and I cried right after him. My mother burst out laughing, "Protect each other? It was you that was the little criminal". During my twenty years, I have never been stung by bees, but I know it must be hurt. About my brother, he no longer treats me as gently as the five-year-old boy but always protects me from the even worse things than the beehive.

　　The first morning after a French class: "Bonjour, Mademoiselle". My grandfather was sitting in front of me, smiling warmly. That was my first morning after my grandfather started teaching me French. French and teaching were awesome to me. It motivated me to become a teacher of foreign language like him. However, it was not until I entered university that I realized French was not as easy as "un, deux, trois" in my grandfather's lessons. One more things is, I can never reach the high interest in French as I could in my first lessons.

　　The first English lesson at elementary school: There were no more than greetings, "Hello", "Good morning", "How are you?", etc which I studied in my brother's book long before. Some girls (who were also taught before) and I were really tetchy with the teacher, "We know all those things. Can you teach us something else?" Now, even when my knowledge of English is much better, I can never yell out, "I know all those things". If only a third-grade schoolgirl's confidence were still here.

　　The first award: Five other classmates and I were very happy to receive the awards. It was a great occassion to us because we, the really little girls, had experienced the first severe competition in province-scale. We even daren't open it until we reached home and gave it to our parents. My mother hugged me and smile happily. I could never foget the feeling when she hugged me. However, later on, whenever I receive the awards, I keep them myself, and my mother no longer hugs me because I am taller and taller. Sadly, I only care about how much it is and what I can do with it without cherishing it as my great effort.

　　The first time I fell for a boy: That was a cute, Math-genius boy at my secondary class. To draw his attention, I learnt Math very hard so that I could be the first one to compare my exercises with him. I even participated in Math team in my school, but I was frustrated and gave up because my Math ability was just Zero in comparison to those "rare dangerous" kids. That was what I did when I fell for a boy. When I fell for a guy, the only thing I paid attention to was my appearance, my clothes, the surface of things.

　　One page of blog can never be enough to record all my "firsts", but my mind is definitely a good recorder helping me collect all those sweet and bitter things. The lecturer of Teaching Methodology once told us, "Keep the spirit of "first love" to love the second and even the third person". The funny thing is that she is now an old teacher who is about to retire. Though hard, let's keep the fresh attitude of "firsts" to do everything so that we can have more and more things to put in our invaluable records.

　　"Life is a record of happy moments. Let's record this moment here, ok? I wish you a rich, colorful collection"