常常独自一人,望着窗外那遥远的天空,听着窗外那遥远的声音,这天空这声音时常会让我心中涌起无限惆怅与向往……遥远似乎与我特别有缘。世间的许多东西都离我很遥远。对遥远的最初感觉是很单纯很直观的,就是别的孩子能一溜烟似地跑到村外的田野里撒欢儿玩耍,而我却连一步也动不了,别的孩子能三下两下爬到树上摘果子掏鸟蛋,而我却只能眼巴巴地望着,连最低的树叶子也摸不到……随着年龄的增长岁月的流逝,我才知道离我遥远的远不止这些。那些身体健全的人轻而易举或稍加努力便可得到的对我来说却都是那样遥远遥远……虽然遥远,但我却不能也不愿放弃追求获得它的那份权 Often alone, looking out the window that distant sky, listening to the distant voice that is out of the window, this sound of the sky often make my heart filled with melancholy and longing ...... far seems to be particularly destined to me. Much of the world is far away from me. The initial feeling to the distant is very simple and intuitive, that is, other children can run away to the fields outside the village and play, and I can not move even one step, other children can climb twice The tree picking fruit dig eggs, but I can only look at me with anxiety, even the lowest tree leaves can not touch ... ... As the age of the passage of time, I know far away from me far more than these. For me, those who are physically fit, easily or a little harder, are far, far away ... I can not and will not give up the quest for the right to get it