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I’ve been trying to find something to write down for too many years. I finally found it now—or maybe not. Basically, I think I should be good at writing. I have a lot of thoughts, and I am good at thinking. So what deprived the paper of my thoughts? In my mind, for more than a decade, writing has been a terrifyingly difficult thing for me. I have a lot of thoughts, but I can’t say them aloud because they might be wrong. My first experience of writing a diary, and probably of writing in general, was forced on me by my grandmother. She had not even told me how to write a diary. I had just played a video game that day, and I thought it was very interesting, so I wrote about what I had done in my diary. A harsh criticism immediately reached my ears: “How dare you! Why did you write that? That is ridiculous…” How horrible that must have been for a kid who had just written his first piece of writing. I think that maybe, after that, every word I wrote seemed to be evaluated by others and could possibly be wrong, making writing increasingly terrifying. As a result, my writing got worse and worse throughout my primary school years. My grandma bought an essay-writing book for me and read me an essay from the book every day. Students in my primary school were also asked to tell a story in turn. On my day, I couldn’t remember any story, but I could remember an essay from the book. So I recited that essay. Everyone in the classroom including the teacher said it was a good story, but it was not even a story. In the past few months, I have tried to write again. The results have been totally acceptable to me. But they are not sentences directly from my mind; they are scenes that exist objectively. Eventually, I have to express my own thoughts aloud, powerfully, somehow, without relying on any object—thoughts that can easily be criticized.
译文（DeepSeek 翻译）
这么多年来，我一直在试图寻找一些可以写下来的东西。我现在终于找到了——或者说，也许并没有。
从本质上讲，我认为我本应该擅长写作。我有许多想法，而且我善于思考。那么，究竟是什么剥夺了纸张承载我思想的可能？
在我的脑海里，十多年来，写作对我来说一直是一件极其可怕、无比艰难的事。我有很多想法，但我不能大声说出来，因为它们可能是错的。
我第一次写日记的经历，大概也是我人生中第一次写作，是被我奶奶强迫的。她甚至没有告诉我日记该怎么写。那天我刚玩了一款电子游戏，觉得非常有趣，于是就把我那天做的事情写在了日记里。紧接着，一句严厉的斥责就传到了我的耳朵里：“你怎么敢！为什么要写那种东西？简直荒谬至极……”
对于一个刚刚写下自己一生中第一篇文字的孩子来说，那是多么可怕的一件事啊。
我想，也许就是从那时起，我写下的每一个字似乎都在被他人审视，随时都可能被判定为“错”，这让写作变得越来越令人恐惧。
结果，在整个小学时代，我的写作变得越来越糟。奶奶给我买了一本作文书，每天给我读上面的一篇文章。小学时，学生们还被要求轮流讲故事。轮到我那天，我记不住任何故事，但我记得作文书里的一篇文章。于是，我把那篇文章背了出来。
教室里的每个人，包括老师，都说这是一个好故事，但它甚至算不上是一个故事。
在过去的几个月里，我试着重新开始写作。结果对我来说完全是可以接受的。但它们并不是直接从我脑海中流淌出的句子，而是客观存在的场景。
最终，我必须大声地、有力地、以某种方式表达出我自己的想法，不依赖任何客体——那些轻易就会招致批评的想法。