我是一堵墙。
I'm a wall.
一堵深灰色并不古老却被人们遗弃的墙。
A dark gray wall that is not ancient but abandoned by people.
我生命的全部意义在于存在和缄默……
The whole meaning of my life is existence and silence
一群孩子在我的身上大肆涂鸦，胡写乱画，我并没有对他们产生厌恶的情感。因为他们还小，还不懂事，当他们长大了就会明白是非对错。他们充满稚气的可爱的小脸上充盈着一种快乐，一种纯真。我喜欢这纯真的笑靥。
A group of children scribbled and scrawled on me. I didn't hate them. Because they are still young and don't understand, when they grow up, they will understand right and wrong. They are full of childish cute face full of a kind of happiness, a kind of innocence. I like the innocent smile.
一棵槐树依附着我不断的生长，由我承受他的绝大部分重力，根深深地扎入墙基，侵犯着我的领地，一副根深蒂固、欲横空出世的模样。我没有拒绝他的依赖，更没有为他的侵占而争吵，因为我爱那一片翠绿，那一片鲜亮，那一片枝繁叶茂。
A locust tree keeps growing by its attachment. I bear most of its gravity. Its roots are deeply rooted in the wall and invade my territory. It looks deeply rooted and wants to be born. I did not refuse his dependence, nor quarrel about his occupation, because I love that green, that bright, that leafy.
那不论有意还是无意的侵袭，我都没有吭声没有抗争，我并不了解基督教，更不领会“当别人打你左脸，把右脸也给他打”的座右铭。我仅仅是用自己的一点儿伤痛就换来了他人的快乐与满足，这不是脆弱，也不是胆怯，是忍耐吗？生活依旧如此，不算暗淡，但也并不多彩。
I didn't say anything and didn't fight, whether intentionally or unintentionally. I didn't understand Christianity, and I didn't understand the motto of "when others hit you on the left, they also hit him on the right". It is not frailty, nor timidity, but patience that I exchange my little pain for the happiness and satisfaction of others? Life is still like this, not dim, but not colorful.
又是一群孩子，他们手拿大刷子和涂料，仿佛又要大干一场了。我坦然地面对他们，并不想发表任何评论，但是看他们那认真严肃地表情，我衷心的祝福他们成为艺术家。而当他们离去，我才发现自己周身大变模样，原本沉闷的色彩被一片色彩斑斓极富想象力的色彩所代替……
Another group of children, with big brushes and paint in their hands, seem to be going to do a big job again. I face them calmly and don't want to make any comments, but look at their serious expression, I sincerely wish them become artists. But when they left, I found that my whole body changed greatly. The original dull color was replaced by a colorful and imaginative color
还是那棵老槐树。在风雨交加之中，我似乎随时都有崩溃的可能，然而那宽大的枝叶为我遮蔽了风雨的打击，他用坚固的根系握住我，我可以安静的面对暴风骤雨……日子一天一天过去，人生会有很多的不如意，但也不乏快乐、温馨。渐渐地，我明白，善待他人，就是善待自己。
Or the old locust tree. In the wind and rain, I seem to have the possibility of collapse at any time, but the broad branches and leaves cover the blow of wind and rain for me. He holds me with a solid root system, and I can face the storm quietly Day by day, there will be a lot of unhappiness in life, but there is no lack of happiness and warmth. Gradually, I understand that to be kind to others is to be kind to myself.
我的故事里，有对人生的小小感悟。
In my story, there is a little understanding of life.
