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我的左手受伤了,伤得很重。一个人躺在病床上,思绪飞离了现在,回到了左手没有受伤的日子……我的工作离不开手。我的右手很灵巧,写字、画画,几乎包揽了我所做的一切工作。左手干什么了, 我几乎没有一点印象,什么都不需要它来做,当然他也是什么也做不好的。比如画画,我可以用右手把所有眼见的、耳听的,甚至是心中想的形象描绘得栩栩如生,而我的左手,甚至连一根简单的线条都画不直。也因此,我便弃它不用,置它不理,把一切荣誉都归功于我的右手。我这样评价自己的左手:“我这左手呀,只能算是一个摆设,只有观赏价值,没有实用价值。”
My left hand is injured and I was severely wounded. A person lying in bed, his thoughts fly away from now, back to the left hand was not injured day ... ... my work can not do without. My right hand is dexterous, writing, drawing, and almost everything I did. What left do, I almost did not feel anything, do not need it to do, of course, he is also doing bad. Drawing, for example, I can paint all my seeing, my ear, and even my heart in my right hand, and my left hand can not even draw a simple line. Therefore, I abandoned it, ignored it and attributed all my honor to my right hand. I like to comment on my own left hand: “I left my hand, can only be regarded as a decoration, only ornamental value, no practical value.”