春风拂过油菜花的脸颊,抚摸它们的枝干。我越过田野,它们便弯下身去,那是在嘲笑我的丑陋么?太阳从东方升起,摆弄着它的妩媚。我望着天空询问它为何要东升西落,它却跳出我的视野,那是在讽刺我的无知么?也许,这是真的。一个从乡下来的野孩子,一个一头乱发、什么也不懂的稚童,难道不丑陋、不无知么?记得跨进小学校门的那一刻,无数的目光朝我投来,那不是羡慕,不是嫉妒,而是赤裸裸的嘲笑与讽刺。难道 Spring breeze through the rape cheeks, stroking their branches. When I crossed the field, they bent over, what was the ugliness of laughing at me? The sun rose from the east, flirting with its charm. I looked at the sky and asked why it was going up and down, but it jumped out of my field of vision. Was it ironic that I was ignorant? Perhaps it is true. A wild child from the countryside, a chaos hair, do not understand anything young child, is not ugly, not ignorant? Remember the moment into the primary school gate, countless eyes cast to me, it is not envy, Not jealous, but rather naked ridicule and irony. Is it