它回来了

In a split second, I started to scribble in chinese again.

6 years since I really practised the subject, with a few rare occasions of my random essay writing over the period. Lying on the bed last night, it all suddenly came to me that I was able to vividly describe those encounters close to my heart in chinese words again. In the train this morning, I began to put them on paper, it has however became difficult. I felt crippled with the language. It has been in my head all along, yet for that moment it turned foreign. I was struggling with some characters which has slipped off my mind totally.

For once, I try to recall how long I have lost contact with it. I haven't done any serious novel reading for long time. I miss it. I was once so proud of my chinese essay writing skills which had received my teachers' compliments. Now its coming back to me. I shall hold my pen again ;)

p.s: 它回来了 means "its coming back" in chinese.