I was a honest child indeed. I didn’t dare to tell lies.

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because of my eyes often let the secret out. I remembered

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telling a lie to my parents, and I could hard fix my eyes on

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my father’s face, to let alone my mother’s eyes. I glanced

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here and there, up and down, nervously.

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However, after I came to Beijing, I no longer have to

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worry my nervous eyes because everything I wanted to say

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was sent by letter. I found myself often tell small lies. I wrote

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“I’m well in Beijing. I enjoy the food selling at the university.

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And at the weekends, I often buy fried chickens or pork to eat.”

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