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花开的声音穿过森林,住进我的心。那天很热,我到新学校报道,走进教室时,竟引起了一阵哄笑。原来我的后脑勺上沾着一片青菜叶。不合体的衣裳,枯燥的头发,浓重的郊区口音,让我和周围的女孩格格不入。填新生登记表时,父母职业那栏,别的同学都填着医生教授,而我只能填:菜农。我好自卑。我不是为父母的职业感到羞愧,只是青春的自尊心是多么奇异啊。
The voice of flowers passed through the forest and entered my heart. It was very hot that day and I went to the new school to report that when I entered the classroom, I caused a smirk. I had a piece of green leaf on the back of my head. Irrespective of the clothes, boring hair, thick suburban accent, I was out of tune with the girls around me. When filling in the new registration form, other students in the parental occupation column are filled with doctors and professors, and I can only fill in: vegetable farmers. I am inferior to myself. I am not ashamed of my parents’ career but just how strange my self-esteem is.