從1999到2019，我的人生走過了20個年頭，在這20個年頭里，我從一個微小的細胞慢慢發育，變成了一個六斤四兩的嬰兒。也從一個無比天真的少年，變成了一個“笑著堅強”的青年。20個年頭很長，但是我還是個“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達17年的學校教育。校園對我來說是個無比堅硬的保護殼，但我卻像個縮頭烏龜一樣躲在里面，吃著父母的薪水，享受著學校的照顧，不問世事！我18歲成年以后經常會問自己，我難道不是一只“寄生蟲”嗎？假如有一天我的保護殼被脫掉之后，是不是要赤身裸體的面對著眼前的這個社會？我在這十幾年的學習生涯中什么樣“虛偽”的知識都學了，卻唯獨沒有學會如何面對眼前這“真實”的社會。而如今的我提起手中這只黑褐色的鋼筆想寫一封長長的信，卻不知，究竟該寫給誰！我想寫給我的母親，卻不愿辜負她那無悔的撫育，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里顆粒無收”，所以我該寫給誰？我每次這樣問自己，卻總是沒有答案！天，可以包羅萬象，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的寒冰。既然那廣闊無垠的天空容不下我，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.