我的学生生活大体分为两个阶段:一段是发表爱情诗之前,一段是发表爱情诗之后。七年级时,我写道,爱情会给人带来多少多少幸福。母亲读了我的诗,从塑料盒里掏出眼镜又读了一遍。“你怎么知道爱情会给人带来幸福?”她问。我知道,爱情没有给母亲带来幸福。我从未见过父亲,母亲也总回避有关父亲的一切问题,而且故意骄傲地告诉人们:“我是独身母亲!”那神态就象门捷列夫独自列出了前所未闻的化学元素周期表; My student life is roughly divided into two stages: one is before the publication of love poems and the other after the publication of love poems. In seventh grade, I wrote how much happiness love brings to human beings. My mother read my poem, took out the glasses from the plastic box and read it again. “How do you know that love will bring happiness?” She asked. I know, love did not bring happiness to the mother. I have never seen a father, and my mother has always eschewed all the problems with her father, and has purposely proudly told people that “I am a celibate!” That demeanor is like Mendeleev alone listing unheard-of chemical elements Periodic Table;