他出生在一个偏远的乡村,在他所上的那个不足百人的乡村小学里,他也从来没有因为一些特别出色的表现而引起过别人的注意。用他自己的话说,在他的前面,作文比他好,考试比他棒的孩子有一大堆。偶尔,他有幸被选中去参加一次什么比赛,也总是那个失意而归的落寞小孩。他的童年,黯淡无彩。 He was born in a remote village, and in the country school of less than a hundred he had ever received, he had never drawn any attention for some particularly outstanding performance. In his own words, in front of him, the essay is better than him, and the exams are a whole lot bigger than his great boy. Occasionally, he was fortunate enough to be selected to participate in what a game, it is always the frustrated child of lonely. His childhood, bleak no color.