我没有故事,只有实实在在的生活。五年前的那个云霞灿烂的傍晚,在我一生中是那样暗淡无光。那时我正吹着口哨,骑着自行车在林阴道上轻快而驰。突然,一辆小型三轮客车将我撞倒,我脑中一片茫然……当我醒来,腿上已是钻心的疼痛,妈妈在一旁噙着泪。我想挪一挪,可是腱根本不听我的使唤,我霎时明白了发生的一切,禁不住大哭起来……以后的日子便是与石膏为伍。医生说,我的左腿不太可能恢复正常了,怕是会留下轻度残疾。残疾!刚听到这个词,我简直痛不欲生。我是一个充满活力和朝气的少年,我一直拥有强健的体魄,为什么要受残疾的折磨,遭人笑话?那时我 I have no stories, only real life. The brilliant evening of five years ago was so dim in my life. At that time I was whistling and riding on a bike to leap over Lin’s vagina. Suddenly, a small three-wheeled coach knocked me down and I was stunned in my mind... When I woke up, my legs were already in pain and my mother was crying with tears. I want to move but I don’t listen to my call at all. When I understood everything that happened, I couldn’t help but burst into tears... The days that followed were with plaster. The doctor said that my left leg is unlikely to return to normal, and I fear that I will leave a mild disability. Disability! When I heard this word, I was really sad. I am a vigorous and energetic boy. I have always had a strong body. Why should I be tortured by a disability?