我从不知道快乐是什么滋味,我的人生犹如被八脚章鱼用无数吸盘吸住,动弹不得。我想我只是一颗杂草,只能被生活遗忘。我生活在农村的一隅,每天靠汲取身旁水池里腐臭发绿的水而活。下地干活的农民都会不经意地踩到我。对面老人的叹气声从破旧的屋子里传出,低低的,透着彻骨的哀 I never know what it is like to be happy, my life is like being covered with octopus with countless sucker, unable to move. I think I’m just a weed, can only be forgotten by life. I live in the corner of the countryside and live daily by drawing on the rotting green water in the pool beside me. Peasants who work under the ground will step on me inadvertently. The sigh of the opposite old man came from the shabby room, low, reveals a sad grief