如果仇恨是一个不能吃却又装在你口袋里的土豆,只有丢掉才不会让它腐烂在你的身上。我把心里一直记恨的人列了一张清单。这其中伤害我最深的人,是我的一位远房叔叔。童年时期受到的伤害,有时会记恨一辈子。这个远房叔叔,我记恨了34年。小时候,他家的孩子学习成绩特别不好, If hatred is a potato that can not be eaten but is contained in your pocket, it will not be allowed to rot on you unless it is discarded. I put a list of those who have always hated me. The one who hurt me the deepest is one of my distant uncle. Childhood injuries, and sometimes remember hate life. Uncle uncle, I remember hating 34 years. As a child, his child’s academic performance is particularly poor,