幼年失去父爱的我,犹如一只船失去了舵手,在无边无际的生活海洋里,随狂风飘荡,任海涛冲击。彷徨、孤单是我生活的旋律;悲痛、愤恨则縈绕我的心胸。我的人生道路是曲折的,也是坎坷的。正如车尔尼雪夫斯基说的:“历史的道路不是涅瓦大街的人行道,它完全是在田野中前进的,有时穿过尘埃,有时穿过泥泞,有时横渡沼泽,有时行经丛林。” I lost my father’s childhood, like a boat lost helmsman, in the boundless sea of ​​life, with the wind drift, Ren Haitao impact. Imitation, loneliness is the melody of my life; grief, resentment is haunting my heart. My life is twists and turns, but also bumpy. As Chernyshevsky said: “The path of history is not the sidewalk on Nevsky Prospect, it is entirely in the fields, sometimes through the dust, sometimes through the mud, sometimes across the swamp, and sometimes through the jungle.”