十二岁以前,我一直不知道自己的梦想是什么。我想我是不确定,或者是不敢确定。因为小时候,我吃不准梦想定了之后还能不能再换一个。但是现在,我想我知道了。那天,语文摸底考的成绩出来了。我的作文写得不好,分数很低。妈妈看了,把试卷一摔,瞪着我问:“为什么写成这样?”“写的时候我没什么灵感,而且我觉得这题目……”我用很小很小的声音解释。 Before the age of twelve, I never knew what my dream was. I think I’m not sure, or not sure. Because when I was young, I could not eat the dream can not be set after another. But now, I think I got it. That day, the test results of language proficiency came out. My essay is poorly written and scores are low. Mom looked and stumbled at me and asked: “Why is it written?” “I was not inspired at the time of writing, and I think it’s a problem ...” I explained in a small, very small voice.