我曾埋怨过脚底发黄的布鞋踏不出青春的活力直到我发觉霍金咕呀的轮椅嵌出深深的历史痕迹我曾咒骂过脸边黝黑的胎记映不出美丽的脸庞直到我看见全身黝黑的黑人露出甜甜的美丽微笑霍金是不幸的在他风华正茂时却只能摇动一根手指黑人是可怜的资本主义的发展史正也抒写着他们的血 I had complained that the yellowed shoes on the soles of my feet could not reach the vitality of youth until I found out that Hawking’s wheelchair had a deep history. I once cursed my dark face and I couldn’t see the beautiful face until I saw the whole body dark. The black man shows his sweet and beautiful smile. Hawking is unfortunate. When he was in his prime, he could only shake one finger. Black is poor. The history of the development of capitalism is also acknowledging their blood.