随着年龄增长,越来越难哭了。我是个还算坚强的人,童年时夜里跑几里路远去看露天电影,掉进三四米深的坑里,半晌说不出话来。坑底黑乎乎脏兮兮的,满是荆棘,还有老鼠,我苏醒后拨开荆棘,勇敢地一步步爬出坑来,我没哭。成年后(准确地说还不能算完全成年的,那时我还未满16岁),我去山沟里教书,那里远离村庄,放学后常只有一个人留守在学校里。校舍相当差,我的住房千疮百孔,用废纸堵墙缝。学校没有电灯电视,漆黑的夜晚死一样寂静,我不敢出门。那时也没哭过,反而让我锻炼得 As we get older, it's getting harder to cry. I am a fairly strong person, running a few miles away from childhood to see the open-air movie, fell into the 34-meter-deep pit, a long while speechless. The bottom of the pit was dark and dirty, full of thorns and rats. After I woke up, I set aside the thorns and bravely stepped out of the pit one by one. I did not cry. After adulthood (to be precise, I can not yet be fully adulthood when I was under 16), I went to teach in the ravine where I was far from the village and after school I was often left alone in school. School buildings are quite poor, my shelter full of holes, wall paper with seams. School did not light TV, dead dark night of silence, I can not go out. Did not cry then, but let me exercise too