從1999到2019,，我的人生走過了20個年頭,，在這20個年頭里，我從一個微小的細胞慢慢發(fā)育,，變成了一個六斤四兩的嬰兒,。也從一個無比天真的少年,，變成了一個“笑著堅強”的青年。20個年頭很長,，但是我還是個“半成品”,。這么多年，我背著父母的期望,，家人的盼望,，按部就班的完成了從幼兒園到本科生的長達17年的學(xué)校教育。校園對我來說是個無比堅硬的保護殼,，但我卻像個縮頭烏龜一樣躲在里面,，吃著父母的薪水，享受著學(xué)校的照顧,，不問世事,！我18歲成年以后經(jīng)常會問自己，我難道不是一只“寄生蟲”嗎,？假如有一天我的保護殼被脫掉之后,，是不是要赤身裸體的面對著眼前的這個社會？我在這十幾年的學(xué)習(xí)生涯中什么樣“虛偽”的知識都學(xué)了,，卻唯獨沒有學(xué)會如何面對眼前這“真實”的社會,。而如今的我提起手中這只黑褐色的鋼筆想寫一封長長的信，卻不知,，究竟該寫給誰,！我想寫給我的母親，卻不愿辜負她那無悔的撫育,，我想寫給我的父親,，卻不想傷及他那大男人般的自尊，我想寫給我的朋友,，卻不想破壞我在他們心中的樣子,，我想寫給我的恩師，卻“不想讓他在收獲的季節(jié)里顆粒無收”，所以我該寫給誰,？我每次這樣問自己,，卻總是沒有答案！天,，可以包羅萬象,，海，可以容納百川,。我雖不是天空中那翱翔的雄鷹,，但我卻是那冷至極點的寒冰。既然那廣闊無垠的天空容不下我,，那這一封信,，就寫給大海吧！——2019年08月24日

　　From 1999 to 2019,， my life has gone through 20 years,， in this 20 years， I slowly developed from a tiny cell,， into a six-jin four-liang baby. Also from a very innocent teenager,， into a “strong smile“ youth. Twenty years is a long time， but I'm still a work in progress. Over the years,， I have completed the 17-year school education from kindergarten to undergraduate in accordance with the expectations of my parents and my family. The campus is a very hard protective shell for me,， but I was like a turtle hiding in it， eating parents' salary,， enjoy the school care,， do not ask the world! When I was 18 and an adult， I often asked myself,， am I not a parasite? If one day after my protective shell was taken off,， is it necessary to face the society in front of naked? What kind of “false“ knowledge I have learned in my ten years of study， but I have not learned how to face the “real“ society at present. Now I want to write a long letter with the black and brown pen in my hand,， but I don't know who I should write it to! I want to write to my mother,， I don't let her regret tending， I want to write to my father,， but he didn't want to hurt the self-esteem of the big man,， I think it's for my friend， is in their hearts but don't want to destroy me,， I want to write to my teacher,， but “didn't want him to crop failures in harvest season“， so I should write to who? Every time I ask myself,， but always no answer! Day， can be inclusive， the sea,， can accommodate all rivers. Although I am not the eagle flying in the sky,， but I am the most cold ice. Since the vast sky can not accommodate me， then this letter,， write to the sea!--August 24,， 2019.