人生是美丽的;人生是丰富的;人生是多姿的。但谁能给我的黑夜一缕光?让我的黑夜不再是黑夜。小时候,我常抱怨为什么我没有别人的幸运?为什么我没有贝多芬的坚强,也没有霍金的乐观?这些都使我非常懊恼,常发脾气,以为这样可以消去我心中的不平衡。但结果远远超过了我的想像,我并不快乐,反而更加悲伤。每天的生活大部分是写日记,而抱怨在日记中占了大部分。 Life is beautiful; life is abundant; life is varied. But who can give me a night of darkness? Let my darkness no longer be night. When I was a child, I often complained why I didn’t have the luck of others. Why didn’t I have the strength of Beethoven or Hawking’s optimism? These made me very annoyed and often angry, thinking that this would eliminate the imbalance in my heart. But the result far exceeds my imagination. I am not happy but sadder. Most of the daily life is to write a diary, and complaints account for most of the diary.