“成不了大路,可以做一条小路;成不了太阳,可以当一颗星星。无论是什么,只要做一个真实的我就行了。”我一直陶醉于这首诗,因为我相信真实的自己才是最美的。有人叹惜:茉莉、米兰,香气袭人,但不够艳丽;君子兰、牡丹,雍容华贵,却少了些馨香;玫瑰,色香俱全,可又浑身是刺。可是,你是否曾想过,她们的“缺点”却是一种 “There is no way to become a big road. You can make a path. You can’t be a sun. You can be a star. Whatever it is, just make me a real one.” I’ve been reveling in this poem because I believe that the real self is most beautiful. Some people sigh: Jasmine, Milan, aroma, but not gorgeous; Clivia, peony, elegant, but a little less fragrant; rose, colored fragrant, but also covered with thorns. However, have you ever thought that their “shortcomings” are a kind of