有个女孩给我写来信,信上这样说:全班24个女生,有23个都是我的好朋友,只有她不爱理睬我,还老挑我的刺。难道我不好吗?难道我不优秀吗?如果我不好不优秀,怎么会有这么多的朋友?为什么只有她,不能喜欢我,成为我的朋友呢?读完这封信,我想到了我的童年,也有和小女孩就像有人爱吃苹果,有人却很讨厌苹果;有人喜欢蓝色,有人却很讨厌蓝色一样,人们的厌恶和苹果、蓝色本身没有关系,只和他们的好恶有关。我们每一个人,对于 There was a girl who wrote me a letter saying: There are 24 girls in the class, 23 of whom are my good friends. Only she does not like me, and I always pick my thorn. Do I not good? Do I not good? If I am not good or not, how can there be so many friends? Why only she, can not like me, become my friend? Read this letter, I thought of me Childhood, and little girls are like some people love to eat apples, some people hate apples; some like blue, some people hate blue, people’s dislike and apple, blue itself has nothing to do with only their likes and dislikes related. Every one of us, yes