從1999到2019，我的人生走過(guò)了20個(gè)年頭，在這20個(gè)年頭里，我從一個(gè)微小的細(xì)胞慢慢發(fā)育，變成了一個(gè)六斤四兩的嬰兒。也從一個(gè)無(wú)比天真的少年，變成了一個(gè)“笑著堅(jiān)強(qiáng)”的青年。20個(gè)年頭很長(zhǎng)，但是我還是個(gè)“半成品”。這么多年，我背著父母的期望，家人的盼望，按部就班的完成了從幼兒園到本科生的長(zhǎng)達(dá)17年的學(xué)校教育。校園對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)是個(gè)無(wú)比堅(jiān)硬的保護(hù)殼，但我卻像個(gè)縮頭烏龜一樣躲在里面，吃著父母的薪水，享受著學(xué)校的照顧，不問(wèn)世事！我18歲成年以后經(jīng)常會(huì)問(wèn)自己，我難道不是一只“寄生蟲(chóng)”嗎？假如有一天我的保護(hù)殼被脫掉之后，是不是要赤身裸體的面對(duì)著眼前的這個(gè)社會(huì)？我在這十幾年的學(xué)習(xí)生涯中什么樣“虛偽”的知識(shí)都學(xué)了，卻唯獨(dú)沒(méi)有學(xué)會(huì)如何面對(duì)眼前這“真實(shí)”的社會(huì)。而如今的我提起手中這只黑褐色的鋼筆想寫一封長(zhǎng)長(zhǎng)的信，卻不知，究竟該寫給誰(shuí)！我想寫給我的母親，卻不愿辜負(fù)她那無(wú)悔的撫育，我想寫給我的父親，卻不想傷及他那大男人般的自尊，我想寫給我的朋友，卻不想破壞我在他們心中的樣子，我想寫給我的恩師，卻“不想讓他在收獲的季節(jié)里顆粒無(wú)收”，所以我該寫給誰(shuí)？我每次這樣問(wèn)自己，卻總是沒(méi)有答案！天，可以包羅萬(wàn)象，海，可以容納百川。我雖不是天空中那翱翔的雄鷹，但我卻是那冷至極點(diǎn)的寒冰。既然那廣闊無(wú)垠的天空容不下我，那這一封信，就寫給大海吧！——2019年08月24日

　　From 1999 to 2019， my life has gone through 20 years， in this 20 years， I slowly developed from a tiny cell， into a six-jin four-liang baby. Also from a very innocent teenager， into a “strong smile“ youth. Twenty years is a long time， but I'm still a work in progress. Over the years， I have completed the 17-year school education from kindergarten to undergraduate in accordance with the expectations of my parents and my family. The campus is a very hard protective shell for me， but I was like a turtle hiding in it， eating parents' salary， enjoy the school care， do not ask the world! When I was 18 and an adult， I often asked myself， am I not a parasite? If one day after my protective shell was taken off， is it necessary to face the society in front of naked? What kind of “false“ knowledge I have learned in my ten years of study， but I have not learned how to face the “real“ society at present. Now I want to write a long letter with the black and brown pen in my hand， but I don't know who I should write it to! I want to write to my mother， I don't let her regret tending， I want to write to my father， but he didn't want to hurt the self-esteem of the big man， I think it's for my friend， is in their hearts but don't want to destroy me， I want to write to my teacher， but “didn't want him to crop failures in harvest season“， so I should write to who? Every time I ask myself， but always no answer! Day， can be inclusive， the sea， can accommodate all rivers. Although I am not the eagle flying in the sky， but I am the most cold ice. Since the vast sky can not accommodate me， then this letter， write to the sea!--August 24， 2019.