他曾经是一个普通的年轻人,他勤劳、朴实,有着远大的理想和似锦的前程,他曾经活得十分充实,十分忙碌。然而,正在他“活得最狂妄”的时候,上天夺去了他的双腿,他几乎被命运打垮了。他恨,他恨迷个世界为何对他如此刘薄；他怨,怨命运为何对他如此不仁义,一时间他想到了死,想到了放弃自己,他不停地思考着。终于有一天,他明白了,上天夺去了他像正常人一样生活的权利,但却夺不去他梦想的权利,他拼搏的权利,于是他抓住了笔杆,如同扼住命运的咽喉,他用笔净化心灵,清除心灵深处的污垢。他用笔来绘制了蓝天,也找回了 He used to be an ordinary young man. He was industrious and simple, had a lofty ideal and a brilliant future. He had lived a very fulfilling and very busy life. However, at the time when he “lived the most arrogant”, God had taken away his legs and he was almost felled by fate. He hates why he loathed the world why he is so thin; why he resentment, resentment and fate why he is so unjust, for a time he thought of death, thought of giving up himself, he kept thinking. Finally, one day he realized that God had taken away his right to live like a normal person, but he could not take away the right to his dream and his right to work hard. As a result, he took hold of the pen as a throat of fate, He uses his pen to purify his soul and remove the dirt from his heart. He used the pen to draw the blue sky, but also recovered