他觉得,他的眼泪渐渐地从悲哀的变成惭愧的,最后又变成快乐的。在晴朗的一天,我沿着篱笆走去,那时我十一岁。像往常一样,我一个人走路,总是走得很快。我的思想,如果不是消沉和忧愁的话,那肯定是豪放和骄傲的。此时,我的思想好像一支大军,它征服了敌人的首都,正浩 He felt his tears gradually turned from mournful into ashamed and finally happy. On a sunny day, I walked along the fence, when I was eleven years old. As usual, I walked alone and always walked fast. My thoughts, if not depression and sorrow, are certainly bold and proud. At this point, my thinking seems like an army, it conquered the enemy’s capital, Masahiro