——致甜甜同学的一封信
——A letter to Tiantian
甜甜同学:
Sweet students:
你好!我是一个差生,没有资格谈什么战胜自己的经验,只想在这里和你说说我的苦恼,你不介意吧?
Hello! I'm a poor student. I'm not qualified to talk about my experience of overcoming myself. I just want to tell you about my troubles here. Do you mind?
不知道为什么,进了初三就像人在梦中。整个初三如同一圈跑道,对面就是终点。别人都迈开大步跑着,自己说什么也迈不动。只能眼睁睁地看着别人越跑越远,是那样的可望而不可及。
I don't know why, entering the third grade is like a dream. The whole third day is like a circle of runways, opposite is the end. Others are running with great strides, and they can't move anything they say. I can only watch others running farther and farther, which is beyond my reach.
忽然发现自己很空虚:电脑、武侠小说像鸦片一般填满了我的心,我深陷其中无法自拔。它们挥霍着我宝贵的时间,我发现作业题越来越难做:英语如同天书般的难啃,数学好像走进了迷宫,物理……高中的校门正慢慢地向我关闭。梦中那散发着一种知识气息的大门,紧紧地关着,我的心也被夹碎了。
Suddenly I found myself very empty: computers and martial arts novels filled my heart like opium, and I couldn't extricate myself from it. They waste my precious time, and I find it more and more difficult to do homework problems: English is as hard as a celestial book, mathematics seems to go into a maze, physics The gate of high school is slowly closing to me. In the dream, the door that exudes a smell of knowledge is tightly closed, and my heart is also broken.
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