“我拥有很多,但我最珍惜的,是我拥有对生活的热爱和憧憬。”曾经在书中看到的这句话,似乎说出了我的心声。8岁那年,一场无情的车祸让我成了残疾人。幼年时代的我还不能更多地理解“残疾”两个字意味着什么,只是诧异父母涟涟泪眼中的那份绝望和哀愁。自卑和自信同时存在于我的心中,自卑是一种病,发作起来就像感冒,总是不疼不痒在你身边围绕;而自信则是自卑走了以后的空位, “I have a lot, but what I treasure the most is that I have the love and longing for life.” The phrase I used to read in my book seems to tell my heart. At the age of eight, a merciless car accident made me a disabled person. At an early age, I still can not understand more about what “disability ” means. It is only astonishment of the share of despair and sorrow in my parents’ rippled eyes. Self-esteem and confidence exist in my heart at the same time, inferiority is a disease, attack is like a cold, always itching around you; and self-confidence is the gap after the inferiority complex,