很长一段时间,我觉得自己是世界上最不幸的人,每天的生活都笼罩在乌云之中。父母是农民,地地道道的农民。他们不是瓦木工匠,不会裁剪,更不会经商办厂,他们唯一能做的,就是侍弄好那几十亩田地。他们精打细算过日子,不会为自己多花一分钱,同样也不会为我多花一分钱。我的世界里没有阳光,只有阴郁的乌云和肆虐的寒风。我的家境不如别人,我的未来注定是一片茫然,我不止一次这样想。我多么渴望父母给我一片蔚蓝的天空。从小到大,我都只能观望别 For a long time, I think I am the most unfortunate person in the world. Everyday life is shrouded in dark clouds. Parents are peasants, unassuming peasants. They are not masters of shrubs, they will not cut them, and they will not run factories for business. The only thing they can do is to serve those dozens of acres of land. They spend their days carefully, do not spend a penny for themselves, the same will not spend a penny for me. There is no sunshine in my world, only gloomy dark clouds and raging winds. My family is not as good as others, my future is bound to be a loss, I think more than once. How I long for my parents to give me a blue sky. From small to large, I can only wait and see