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我没有双腿,这不是我的罪 过,罪过是那场童年的火灾。 25个春秋,我拄着双拐走得如此艰难和漫长。我已习惯了父亲的叹息、母亲的眼泪、别人的侮辱。在被人喻为金子一样的年华里,我 其实从来没有轻松过。生存的危机 和压力,使我在青春期的航行是超 载的。我已没有了眼泪,连哭泣都 感到陌生。
I have no legs, this is not my sin, sin is the childhood fire. 25 Spring and Autumn, I was walking on crutches so difficult and long. I am used to my father’s sigh, mother’s tears, others insult. In the year of being like gold, I have never relaxed. The crises and pressures of existence made my voyage over adolescence overloaded. I have no tears, I feel strange even crying.